Page 33 of Omega's Reign

I don’t wait. I’m not in a good place to hear what I’m sure is a good excuse.

I don’t need excuses.

I just need space.

I need to figure out what to do next.

I need to ensure things go how we want.

If only I had guidance. If only there was another omega I could talk to who has been in this position.

But I’m the one who must forge the way for the future.

I must be an example for others to follow. I need to prove that an omega can reign. That an omega can do anything.

I just have to believe it myself. I can do anything.

I will do anything.

15

Beautiful Omega

Andrew

I fucked up. I fucked up so badly that I’m not sure I can ever come back from this. Holly rushes into the panic room leading to an underground area safe from the rest of the world. The door closes and locks behind her, and I race to slam my hand against the security pad.

It beeps and turns red instead of opening.

God damnit.

This was the only one I hadn’t checked to make sure it would read my handprint. Holly hasn’t been in her suite nearly this entire time, but she finally decided to return here, claiming there was a specific dress she wanted.

I didn’t question it, because I had known about the man who died in here. She has so many other outfits scattered within the rooms of her packmates. I don’t claim to understand women either. So here I am, standing in her wardrobe, surrounded by her scent, wishing I could kick myself a thousand times for letting her make it into the corridor without me.

I’m an asshole.

I was so caught off guard by her delectable kiss that my brain shut down and all I could think about was how much I wanted her to continue. But my body froze. My thoughts shouting that kissing her should be illegal.

Any other pack would murder me for even touching their omega, but the Silversteins are different. They’re as different as the Gilded Sands Pack, and it has taken me a bit of time to get used to it.

I had no idea how serious they were, hearing the five of them talk about inviting me to join them. I didn’t even comprehend what that would mean. I thought that because I’m Holly’s bodyguard that it would continue to be more platonic. I thought perhaps it was just a power move.

But she kissed me. Me.

Her lips opened up a part of me that I had nailed shut. I never in my wildest dreams believed that an omega would give me her attention. My dreams of a family and a pack died with my brothers. I had expected a life of loneliness.

My reaction to her affection pretty much guarantees it.

I stare at the metal door, wondering what the fuck I’m supposed to do next. She should never be out of hearing range. I don’t even know which direction Holly ran.

Sucking up my shame, I pull out my cell phone and tap the screen. It rings and rings, Beckett not picking up right away. He’s always the first one I’m supposed to call if there’s a problem. I hang up and click on Wesley, Beckett’s second in command.

I don’t get a chance to connect the call because a text message pops up on the screen.

Beckett: I have added you to the wardrobe security. Holly is in the panic room down by the kitchen.

I turn my attention toward the ceiling, spotting the security camera.

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