Page 175 of Broken Omega

I stand up when I hear someone rattle the handle of the suite door.

The thought of confronting my father makes me feel sick to my stomach.

He’s spent years brainwashing me, trying to force me to fit the mold he wants me to fit.

He should be rotting away in a prison cell for everything he’s done, not practically running the show at an Omega academy while he’s trying to make girls like me easier for their unwanted Alpha mates to handle.

I move into the main room of the suite as he enters and closes the door.

It’s not locked now, I suppose, but why would it need to be?

There are dozens of men with guns I’d have to get past if I wanted to get out of here.

“Brooke. I’m so pleased you decided to come back.”

“I bet you are.” I stare him down, wondering how easy it would be to gouge his eyes out with my fingers. I’m sure it would be messy, and I might even throw up, but I think I could do it.

“Now that you understand why I can’t allow you to mate with just anybody, I’m sure you’ll be very pleased with the mate I’ve chosen for you.”

“I won’t, but that doesn’t matter to you.”

“Don’t be difficult, Brooke.” He frowns at me. “I allowed you to have your fun. To go off with those pathetic Alphas and do whatever you needed to do. It’s time to put that behind you and grow up.”

“Whatever. Who do I have the displeasure of marrying?”

“Lachlan Darvish. The youngest billionaire who attends Goldcrest. He’s independently wealthy, and he’s been looking for an Omega to marry for the past two years.”

He really is a fucking psychopath, and I should gouge his goddamn eyes out before this goes any further. Lachlan Darvish is the first name I scored off my list.

“He’s a rapist, and a creep, and I’m not going to go anywhere near him.”

My father laughs. It’s as if I just told him Lachlan drinks milk out of the carton, or something equally inane. “I expected better of you than to listen to rumors, Brooke. He’s a fine, ups—”

“He’s a rapist. He’d just left Lacey Maris bruised and bleeding in the toilets the night I met him. It’s not a rumor. He likes to hit women and force himself on them. That’s the kind of man you want me to marry?” My voice rises as I stalk across the floor toward him, ready to attack.

“Freeze,” he commands me.

I stop on the spot, forced to obey by his Alpha voice.

“A good Omega doesn’t question. A good Omega does what she’s told. A good Omega complies.”

His words enrage me to my core.

He smiles and taps my cheek. “Good Omega. Now, I expect you to get some sleep. I want you to look your best for your new husband. Goodnight, Brooke.”

He snaps his fingers and leaves.

I break out of his control and lunge at the door.

I can hear it being locked and I rattle the handle anyway, anger taking over as I slam my fists into the wood. “You’ll regret this, you fucking prick asshole!”

I growl as I force myself to leave the door alone.

The sight of the empty room makes more sense now.

I know why they took everything away.

So, I wouldn’t have a weapon.

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