Page 48 of Hunting Their Omega

“I couldn’t agree more.”

As much as I wanted to confront Wynn, I understood why he did it after a day of thinking. I felt the fear and anger through our bond, even if I didn’t think he handled it the way he should have.

Maybe I had to give him time. Mated males were territorial, and I had to pick my battles.

Besides, it wasn’t just about me. This was about all the other Omegas that would come after me.

If I wanted to be treated as a part of the pack, I had to start thinking like it.

Winnie waited for me at the front entrance, and we locked up together.

“You didn’t have to wait,” I said.

She shrugged. “I’m heading that way, plus I wanted to fill you in on some upcoming projects.”

Winnie fell into step beside me as we walked up the path. Her companionship was comforting, solid, and warm. I appreciated how she always put herself between me and the pack without taking away my freedom.

“So, what’s going on?” I asked.

“We’re going to be starting some renovations on a few of the elders’ homes. There was some damage done to some of the older homes during the storm that passed.”

I recalled the storm that happened the night before I was taken from the boarding house to the facility. It was so bad it made the boarding house rattle. I could only imagine the sort of damage it did.

“What do you need?” I said without hesitation.

“Any help you can give. We have gardening projects, wood working, and some general maintenance tasks.”

I smile. “Count me in.”

“Perfect, I knew you’d want to help.” She loops her arm through mine.

As we walked, I thought of what the girls said about the order given to the males.

“Do you think Wynn will rescind the order?” I asked, knowing I wouldn’t need to clarify.

“Eventually. He was upset and scared, and rightly so.”

“I know that what that male did was excessive, but he was in a rut—”

“That wasn’t the only reason,” Winnie interrupted, lowering her voice to a whisper. “There was a rumor going around.”

“Okay,” I said, not fully understanding.

“One about Omegas and their bonds. Apparently, a few males were under the impression that an Omega can have anyone’s child.”

Winnie’s words sent a chill down my spine. No wonder Wynn had been so harsh with the males.

Silence descended as we made our way through the quiet market square. The sky was beginning to take on the deeper hues of night, bathing the streets in shadow. A light breeze danced through the foliage.

Winnie stopped, holding her hand out to prevent me from going further.

“Get out here,” she shouted, looking at the thick brush in front of us. There was no answer. “You might be quiet, but I smelled you a mile away. I won’t ask again. Step into the light.”

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and I quickly shielded my feelings from the bond before my unit sensed my emotions. Sniffing the air, I tried to determine what Winnie smelled but could only get a faint hint of gasoline.

A male stepped out of the shrubs, his eyes fixed on me. The air sizzled with barely restrained tension.

My wolf pushed to the forefront of my mind, and a warning growl filled the air as Winnie put herself between me and the male.

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