Page 188 of Broken Omega

“You did that?” Frost asks, impressed.

“Last night.”

“Good job.”

Tessa clears her throat. She gives us an expectant look.

“Obviously, what you’re about to do is not advisable. In the slightest. It’s going on record that I advised you not to run off looking for your mate. I’ll be waiting right here for Marissa. If you happen to come across her, let her know.”

I nod, and Frost gets moving, the guards following him.

The rest of us rush along behind him, with myself and Lana at the tail end of the group.

“This is starting to get pretty crazy,” Lana admits.

“I have a feeling it’s going to get even crazier before we’re through.”

“Is this it?” Frost asks, looking back at Lana.

She weaves past Donnie and River, cranes her neck past the guards, and nods.

“This is her suite.”

Frost nods and takes a card out of his pocket.

“The guards might have keys,” I remind him.

He looks at the more competent guard.

“Do you have keys?” he growls, his Alpha command tone a bit more feral than mine.

The guard unhooks a set of keys from his belt and Frost commands him to tell us which key is the right one for this suite. He’s opening the door a few seconds later, and then all of us are looking in on an empty suite.

It doesn’t look like anyone’s been living here, but Frost marches straight into the adjoining room and comes back with the sweater Brooke was wearing when we left the apartment last night.

“They definitely tried to stall us,” Frost says, staring at the guards.

The sudden sound of pipe organ music playing the wedding march makes all of us freeze on the spot.

I grab the closest guard. “Where’s the wedding?”

“Out in the gardens.” He blinks at me. “Did Brooke’s father hurt Brooke?”

“He did, and it’s time we stopped him.” Frost marches out ahead of us, moving toward the back entrance that should lead out that way.

I rush after him, leaving everyone else to trail along behind.

BROOKE

Being led out to the gardens, one of my favorite places at the academy, to be married off to the second worst Alpha on the face of the planet, only makes me hate the first worst Alpha even more than I already do. My father’s holding my arm as if we have the kind of relationship where I’d invite him to give me away at my wedding.

There are chairs gathered in two rows facing the gate I walked through with Frost the night we met.

On one side there are around a dozen academy Omegas sitting in the chairs, in their finest dresses, with perfect postures. On the other, there are maybe ten people I don’t know, but who all have the same thick blonde hair that Lachlan has. Kind of makes me wish I were a brunette. Maybe then that creep would have fixated on someone else.

Of course, no one else is broken like me. None of the other Omegas at Goldcrest have been undergoing a weird conditioning process designed to make them obedient to their mate, regardless of how truly awful he is.

It’s not outside the realm of possibility that he’s been testing this process on other Omegas here at the academy, but I seriously doubt he’s spent anywhere near as much time on them as he has on me. I’m the proof that his method works.

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