Page 192 of Broken Omega

I get to my feet and rip off the sleeve of the dress, letting the bloodied rag fall to the ground in front of the crying, shrieking piece of shit in the tuxedo.

The other arm is falling off, so I rip that one off, too.

I can’t quite describe how satisfying it is to destroy a piece of clothing I got from the academy. It’s not quite as good as stabbing a rapist in the unmentionables, but it still feels pretty damn good.

I turn to Frost and Kellan. My true mates and Alphas don’t look at me any differently after seeing what I did or hearing what I admitted. They each wrap an arm around me, and I’m quickly enveloped in a hug that offers so many other possibilities. If only we didn’t have such a big audience.

“Please tell me you guys are my ride home.”

“Which home?” Kellan asks, making a very good point.

I move back. “Well, my home isn’t in Crystal Grove anymore. I don’t really care where it is now, as long as it’s with both of you, and Donnie and River.”

“We can talk about how we’re going to work things, but we should probably deal with this creep first,” Donnie murmurs, nodding toward the path. “I’m guessing we need to call the cops, too, but maybe we could check with our lawyer.”

“We have a lawyer now?” I ask as I turn to watch the guards marching my father back toward us.

“We do,” Kellan admits. “That was Lana’s bright idea. She’s good. I’ll let her know what’s happening.”

He brings out his phone.

The guards stop in front of us, and I look at the man who’s been running my life since forever.

He’s old and tired and the only emotion he’s familiar with is anger.

“You’re going to be locked up for the rest of your life,” I tell him, knowing I have something on him that he can’t talk his way around. Out of all the memories that came back, it’s the most painful.

“You ungrateful little bitch,” he snaps. “You’re exactly like your mother!”

He has no idea what a compliment that really is. “My mother survived marrying a monster. She was stronger than you ever gave her credit for. So am I.”

Frost looks at me, offering the gun. I shake my head.

I want my father to suffer. Killing him won’t allow that to happen.

My father sneers at me. It’s clear he thinks I’m spineless because I won’t take the gun.

“Don’t think I’m not killing you because I can’t. I could. I could do it a million different ways for everything that you’ve done. I choose not to, because I want you to rot in prison where you belong.”

“I won’t spend a single day in a jail cell,” he seethes.

“Oh, yeah?” Frost asks, transitioning to his Alpha command voice. “Forget your lawyer’s details. You don’t have one. You don’t want one.”

“Ooh, I like it,” I tell him.

“Yeah?” he asks, smiling.

“Yeah. That’s so good. I love it.” There’s no way in hell my father will be able to win his case defending himself. He’s too unlikable, and that’s just for starters.

“What’s that about loving something?” Kellan asks, as he slips his phone back into his pocket.

“Nothing important,” Frost says. “What did Tessa say?”

“She’s calling the cops, and an ambulance for any casualties. She’ll be out here in a minute.”

BROOKE

One very long afternoon of explaining every detail of what happened to the cops ends when I’m done going over the hardest part. The part that has my heart ripped out of my chest and bleeding on the floor in front of me. It’s bad enough that my father was conditioning me to be a good, little slave of a wife to a despicable Alpha. It’s irredeemably awful that he created a trigger to make me sexually pliable to any Alphas who decided they wanted to spend a night with me.

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