Page 29 of Broken Omega

Literally the only thing that keeps me from flipping my lid is the realization that my father’s choice of Alpha would be made to torment me for fighting against his wishes.

I’d end up with the absolute worst filthy-rich asshole he could find.

Clearing my throat, I tamp down my anger.

“My main concern?” I ask, thinking it over.

The thought of telling the absolute truth is terrifying. Depending on how well I keep up with his demands, my father could use the information I’m about to give against me. On the other hand, being anything less than honest could work against me, too. He can always tell when I’m lying.

“If you have more than one, you can talk about all of them,” Prentice encourages.

“I want to be treated like an equal, a partner,” I tell her, finally. “I won’t marry a man who’ll treat me as less because I’m a woman, or an Omega.”

“Okay.” She nods slowly. “It’s normal to want a relationship with an equal. Alphas and Omegas are very different in their traits and natures. It can be hard for an Alpha to realize that these separate traits combine to make a complete whole. They can be stubborn. We can work at making your chosen Alpha see you as his equal. Your father will pay for him to come to see me.”

I raise an eyebrow at her, but I keep my mouth shut.

If she expects to reverse a lifetime’s worth of misogyny in a few therapy sessions, she’s more naïve than I ever thought she was.

“I haven’t chosen an Alpha,” I tell her.

She crosses one leg over the other. “Have you given it any thought?”

“I have, and I’m not sure, yet.”

“You must be closer to some of the visiting Alphas than others by now?”

A dangerous question, for sure.

I’ve had flings with a few of them, flirty encounters with others.

Some, I’ve disregarded on sight or reputation alone.

“I’ve gotten to know several of them,” I admit.

“Did any of them treat you as an equal?”

Ha! She seriously thinks it’s going to be that easy?

“No, they pretty much all treated me the same way.”

“And what way is that?”

“Like a prize to be won.”

“So, they were interested, and you weren’t?”

“Some of the time,” I answer, not willing to commit to the idea that I’m at fault for not being interested in guys who looked at me like I could be the one. Truth is, once they realize my perfume doesn’t start to come in when things get physical, they no longer care to pursue me as a prize.

No one wants a broken Omega.

They may as well go out and date Betas, as I’ve been told more than once by some of the charming men my father’s asking me to consider as my near-future husband.

“Then it sounds like there might be at least one Alpha you were interested in at one point.”

“At one point,” I echo back, not wanting to be too vehement in rejecting that idea.

Maybe if we make slow but certain progress in these sessions it’ll keep my father away until I have a real plan. One that doesn’t involve putting on a white dress.

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