Page 41 of Omega's Reign

“Holly, I’m so sorry I failed you,” Beckett says, his eyes glassing over with his words. “I should’ve been there. I just—I need to prove myself to the Pack Regimes. I wanted to handle this for you.”

My soul aches at the sight of my alpha, sullen and begging me for forgiveness. He drops to his knees and hugs my legs, burying his face against my body. “Will you forgive me?”

I slide off my throne to kneel beside him and engulf him in a hug, wanting nothing more than to feel his arms around me. My affection breaks him, and he sobs a soft cry, hiding his face against me. I’ve never seen Beckett so gutted that it brings tears to my eyes.

“Of course, I forgive you. I’ve never blamed you in the first place. None of this is your fault.” I stroke my hand on his back, trying to smooth his shaking body. “I just wish that you would talk to me more Beckett. I thought we had an understanding. We’re in this together. As a pack. You don’t have to act alone.”

He sighs, his body relaxing against mine. “I keep telling myself that. I was just ashamed. I knew that you would confront the Pack Regimes about me, and—I don’t know. I shouldn’t feel so weak. I should feel strong and loved, cared for and cherished because you love me enough to face down other alphas. And now look what happened? You were hurt. Andrew is missing. Things are—”

“We got a signal!” Jordan’s voice booms through the air, his appearance in the doorway obliterating my sorrow and refilling my body with hope.

Beckett doesn’t hesitate to lift me up with him, gathering me in his arms.

“The GPS signaled at the north side. Two blocks from the Omega Sanctuary.” Jordan waves his phone, showing the screen even though we can’t see it from our spot. “I have our team heading out for surveillance now. We want to get a visual before we follow.”

I frown, my brows puckering. “And what about Andrew’s location? I thought you guys were going to search for his.”

Jordan twists his lips to the side, clutching his phone tighter. He holds my stare, not giving much away, but I can tell that his answer will be the same as it was the last time I asked. “We still haven’t gotten a location for him. His phone is offline.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, digging my nails into the palms of my hands. “I’m afraid. He should’ve contacted us by now. What if something happened?”

“Don’t think like that. Andrew is a smart man. I suspect he’s tracking your phone too. It’s what I would do.” Beckett rubs his hand over the length of my back, adjusting me in his arms.

Beckett’s right. It’s the best I can hope for. Because an alpha like Andrew, one who is like Beckett, would do anything for an omega, and I know Andrew wants me to be his.

These hotheaded, overly protective men, have a deep desire to prove themselves to the world.

Now I’m going to have to prove that it’s not necessary. It’s not about being an alpha or omega. It’s about being a pack.

It’s about doing things together.

I’m ready to show them this.

I’m ready to help my pack rise. But to do so, others must fall.

“We have a visual. But it’s not Hector. It’s a beta watching the entrance of the Omega Sanctuary. He looks as if he’s mapping out the place.” Wesley watches his phone, the video feed displaying a man photographing the walls around the sanctuary.

“We should take him out immediately,” Jordan says, pulling his gun from its holster. He’s beyond strategizing and just wants to take things by force. I can’t blame him. We have tried and tried again to do things in a more civil manner. It worked for a while until we had to flex our power to those who we want to help run our territory, but I highly doubt it will help against those trying to tear us down.

“No,” Beckett says, holding his hand up. “He’s the only one here, so we need to follow him.” Because my phone must still be in the beat-up vehicle, now parked in the lot of a park next to the walled-in property.

“Agreed. The Righteous Waters Pack wants to kidnap the omegas we protect here. I think that’s their ultimate goal if they feel like they can’t take our territory.” Isaiah frowns, his face reflecting exactly what I feel inside. The thought of these bastards hurting any omegas under my reign leaves me wanting to destroy the world.

It pushes me to think of the world outside of myself and my pack. “I won’t let that happen. They have already ruined enough things. They’ve already hurt too many omegas in their lifetime. I won’t stand for it.” Even if I have to take out each pack member myself. I realize I have it in me despite not wanting to. But anger and unfairness does that to someone. Inequality gives me more strength. I’m aware that I’m better off than many, and I need to use this to help those who can’t help themselves.

“He’s moving,” Wesley says, drawing my attention back to the guy. He looks around the area and shoves his phone into his pocket. Bowing his head, the guy strolls away as if he’s not a creep. He’s obviously trying not to draw attention to himself and pulls his head up to obscure his ugly face. A man on the Righteous Waters Pack could never be attractive. Ever.

“Follow him. Don’t let him out of our sight.” Beckett motions to Isaiah to get out of the car. “Stay close. Don’t lose him. We’ll stay further behind.”

A part of me doesn’t want Isaiah leaving us, but another part of me knows that it’s the best way to follow this guy, especially because he turns into a park that we can’t drive through, the walking paths winding for at least a mile across grass between an archway of trees.

“Head around the block. There’s a parking lot on the other side.” Beckett points at the windshield, instructing Jordan, who sits behind the wheel.

Wesley keeps his attention focused on the world outside, sweeping the area by looking through each window over and over again. We all know how dangerous it is for us to be out here without an army of bodyguards at this point. But you can’t sneak around with that many people. It’s important that we keep things between us, considering how few we can trust. I sometimes think that all it would take is for me to turn my back on someone to find a knife between my shoulders. And I’m sure my guys feel the same. That’s why our private quarters are off-limits. We only have a few people that watch out for us.

“Give me an update,” Beckett says, hitting the button on his comm device. “I can’t see you guys from here.”

“He’s staying on path. Not looking around. He just wants to get out of here,” Isaiah says, his voice coming through the speakers for everyone to hear.

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