Page 190 of Broken Omega

“Yeah, well, you need to update your list,” I tell her, motioning to her to sit down, using the gun.

She pales as she moves back, reaching her seat and doing what she’s been told.

The Omegas sitting in the rows behind her look like they don’t know what to do. The people in the other seats across the aisle are talking quietly and shaking their heads.

I move past them and reach Brooke. My mate takes a second to react, blinking until her sapphire eyes fill with relief and a smile reaches her soft-pink lips.

“Frost! How did you get here?”

“Long story,” I admit. “We’ll tell you all about it later.”

“We?” She looks past me and smiles. “You brought everyone.”

“Brooke Corvina, is your father hurting you?” one of the security guards asks.

She raises an eyebrow at me. “Um, who’s this, exactly?”

“We should probably tell you about that later, too.”

“Right,” she says, shaking her head and looking back at her dad. “Where was I?”

Warren Corvina is starting to look decidedly nervous, standing in front of a daughter he’s just realized he can no longer control, and the loyal pack who’ll do anything to keep her safe.

He starts to slowly back away, using the path he walked Brooke down a few minutes ago to look for a way to escape his obvious fate. He should know better than anyone, there’s nowhere for him to run to. We have him outnumbered, trapped.

“Better catch Warren Corvina,” I tell the guards. “He hurt Brooke.”

The guards bolt after him, bumping into chairs and mussing up Marissa’s hair on the way past.

I pull Brooke back, out of the way, and she wraps her arms around me, resting her head on my shoulder. “I missed you so much,” she murmurs, looking up at me.

“I missed you, too.” Leaning down, I kiss her gently on the lips.

The sweet scent of her perfume reaches me, and I wish I could will the rest of the world away.

Unfortunately, that’s not how the world works.

I open my eyes and see that the guards are still chasing Warren around up ahead.

Closer by, Marissa Sawyer is looking like she seriously regrets coming out of retirement, and the groom is staring at me with an ugly sneer on his spoiled, rich-boy face.

“Who the fuck are you?” he spits out.

“We’re her pack.” I look back and nod at Donnie. “Can you go the long way around the trail, Donnie? Make sure those feeble-minded guards catch Warren.”

“Easy,” Donnie says, shaking his head at the groom before he takes off.

“This won’t take long,” River murmurs, before he sprints off after our Beta.

“Damn it,” Lana curses, sighing as she steps out of her shoes. “Wait up! You guys have no idea where you’re going.” She runs off after them, leaving me and Kellan with Brooke.

“So, who is this guy?” I ask, waving the gun at him.

“Yeah, right. Like you don’t know who I am,” he says. “Let my lady go, or I’ll have you ripped to bits by my security detail.”

I exchange a glance with Kellan, who steps forward, cracking his knuckles.

“His name is Lachlan Darvish, and he does have a personal security detail when he’s out in public,” Kellan says. “However, he mostly needs them to grease palms and get rid of evidence when he abuses women and Omegas. He’s a piece of shit.”

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