Page 30 of Broken Omega

“Did this Alpha, or Alphas, do something to upset you?”

I give Prentice a wry smile. “I might have been interested when they weren’t.”

“So, there is more than one.” She beams back at me.

“There might be a few.”

I leave out the part where I’d never go near any of those guys again if my life depended on it.

“Of course, I’m also meeting a new Alpha this afternoon. Geraldine just told me about it last night.”

Prentice gives me the kind of look I imagine I give her every session, as if she’s trying to work out how I can possibly be so dense.

“Ah, yes,” she says, after a noticeable pause. “Cassidy Halloran?”

I supress the smirk that feels like rising. I wonder what my father will make of her hesitation.

“Yes, Alpha Cassidy sounds like a suitable match.”

“Of course,” she says. “However, you shouldn’t let that prospect detract your attention as you’ve yet to meet the man.”

Clearly, she knows Cassidy already has an Omega or two.

She might think I don’t know but admitting that would only show how well she really knows the Omega she’s been talking to once every week for six years.

I know everything that goes on around Goldcrest. I’ve been here too damn long not to.

“You’re not sure my father will approve of Alpha Cassidy?” I ask, before I can check myself.

I watch her face pale. She’s worried about saying the wrong thing in reply.

She should be. My father really doesn’t like it when his minions put words in his mouth.

“I’m sure he’s an appropriate match. Geraldine wouldn’t have arranged for him to meet with you if he wasn’t,” she answers, side-stepping my question carefully.

It was probably a bitch-move anyway, but I doubt it’ll be the last one I make.

She can take it. She’s paid well enough to compensate for having a client with a mean streak.

If she doesn’t like it, she can quit.

That’s an option I don’t have.

“I think we’ve made some progress,” she tells me, looking at her watch. “I’d like for you to go back to your room and make that list your father asked for. Bring it with you to our next appointment so we can narrow it down and Doctor Corvina can approve your final selections before he approaches any of them with an offer.”

“Sure,” I murmur.

She stops the recording, and I get to my feet.

“Please make sure you have that list next week, Brooke,” Prentice pleads with me.

Looks like my stalling tactic isn’t going to work out quite as well as I’d hoped.

Being vague but making it obvious I’ll accept my father’s plan soon isn’t enough.

Presenting a list of suitable names completely ruins that idea.

I’ll need to be super indecisive over the list, I guess.

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