Page 22 of Omega's Reign

Is it weird? Maybe. I admit I was incredibly jealous the moment he was within her reach, accepting his position as her new bodyguard, but I’m over it now.

I feel bad, seeing his lifeless body—

“Holly, duck,” Andrew says, his voice surprising me. I can’t see him completely, but his legs move and a gun fires. “Run!”

I don’t have a chance to brace myself as Holly runs into the hallway, her eyes red with unshed tears. Her mouth drops open at the sight of me, and I hold a finger to my lips, locking my arm around her waist to drag her further away from the captain’s suite. Andrew was faking it. Smart man. He probably took a bullet to his vest and not his head. We all wear protection. Especially when we’re out and away from the palace.

“I was set up. Hector somehow got to one of the omegas. She arranged this. She didn’t believe we could handle the situation,” Holly murmurs, her voice shaking.

I growl, anger rushing through me. It’s bad enough that alphas underestimate us, but an omega? We have proven to be able to protect them. And one has gone against Holly? After everything?

This is so fucked up.

A part of me wants to run back to the captain’s suite and show the omega what happens when you betray the woman of my dreams. Another part of me knows that it’s wrong. She did what she believed was right, taking the selfish route. It’s her way of taking power back, because she hasn’t ever had it. I know Holly wouldn’t truly blame the omega either. She’s not the type. People are put in hard positions and have to make impossible decisions. We have all been there.

Especially Holly.

Pulling her into one of the cabins, I lock and barricade the door, hoping to get a moment to think and strategize.

“There’s no exit here,” Holly says, spinning around to search the room. “We have to keep moving.”

“We need to stay put until I can think things through.” I rub the back of my neck, wishing I could get a better view of the ocean. It’s too dark to see anything through the tiny porthole. Things might be different if it were daytime. Unfortunately, I thought it best to use the cover of night to ensure no one tried to intervene when we capsized the boat.

A thought hits me, and I twist and look at Holly. “I think we need to proceed with sinking the vessel. We have our emergency plan in place. We just have to get the omegas to the lifeboat. It’s still in the garage.”

“Do you think it’s safe? What about Hector’s pack?” Holly remains close, her hands fisting the fabric of my dress shirt. Her closeness engulfs me with her perfumed skin, her scent awakening every cell on my body.

I tighten my hands into fists. Now’s not the time for my fucking body to react this way. I shouldn’t want to bend her over and give her my knot as the world burns around us.

I’m assuming more people are on board. If we sink the yacht, we might be able to send them down with it. They’re not the only ones capable of seizing a vessel.

Holly frowns, her brows puckering on her forehead. She pushes her blond hair behind her ear, clearing the strands from her face. I wish she didn’t have to make these sorts of decisions. We’ve already risked so much. Anything could go wrong. The omega could’ve already told Hector about our plan. They could have more men than we do. Stronger weapons. Greater skills. They were a strong enough pack to get the former king, Holly’s father, to agree to a union between their families.

But their desire doesn’t compare to mine. They want revenge. I want a future with Holly even more.

Her silence speaks volumes, and she gives me the greatest gift of all. Her trust. Her respect and her power. She leaves me in control to handle everything. I might doubt my worth, but I won’t stop trying to prove it.

I touch my ear, activating my communication device. “What’s your status, Isaiah?”

Tapping my fingers against my hip, I lock my gaze on Holly’s as I wait for a response. I shift my attention and stare at the seconds ticking by on my watch, impatiently waiting. It’s taking too long.

“Wesley, come in. I need an update.” I release the button on my phone device and once again wait, the anticipation bunching my muscles. I haven’t heard much commotion. I don’t even know what’s happening in the captain’s suite and if Andrew handled the situation. Each passing second feels like a minute. And a minute feels like an hour.

Again, no one responds to me.

I wrap my hand around Holly’s, pulling her close. The last thing I want to do is to stay in this cabin, hoping for the best. I know Holly grows anxious standing here and waiting. She’s active. She has to do something to keep her thoughts at bay. She hasn’t been one to just sit around and do nothing. She’s the type that if someone else struggles to handle something, she will get up and do it herself. It’s one of the things I love about her. She might be an omega, but it doesn’t stop her from getting shit done. She learned that from her brothers. It’s why the alphas of our territory struggle so much. They’re used to omegas being docile. They’re used to them always needing something.

That’s not my Holly.

“We’re going to find the omegas. Jordan should be with them.” The moment the comment comes out of my mouth, I start second-guessing myself. Because one of the omegas was in the captain’s suite. What if that means something? What if Jordan is hurt or worse?

My heart sinks to my stomach, the thought of my brother in trouble getting the best of me. I promised my parents that I’d always protect him.

I push the thought away and adjust my gun, preparing to fire if I spot someone unfamiliar in the hallway. Cracking open the door, I peer out, unsure what I will find.

I look to the right, half-expecting to see a massacre in the captain’s suite, but the door hangs ajar, and I don’t see anyone inside. Where did they go? Did Andrew chase Hector off?

Holly clings to my side, not letting any space get between us, and I step into the hallway, trying my best to listen to the rest of the yacht within earshot.

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