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She pretends to be Onyx. We got the answer we needed. And the heartbreaking mistakes we’ve made become crystal clear. There was a third woman at the hotel. The omega who broke us the first time. The one who looks like Nyx and Silver from the back. Vienne, Silver, and the omega working together.
What the fuck have we done?
I send an SOS to the only other person in the world that I trust. She sends me back an address and a time. I sit back, closing my eyes. I don’t know how to fix anything, but tonight, I'm going to start.
thirty-four
Onyx
The first few days were a blur. I remember thinking that I won’t survive the pain. I remember thinking a thousand times an hour that perhaps today will be the day they come. It will happen right now, any moment. All day, I’d peer at the front door of my new workplace. I’d sit up all night in the shelter bed clutching the stiff, itchy blanket, but they never came. The constant weight of expectation crushed me. But with each passing day, their smells faded in my mind, replaced by coffee and the real world, and time brought resignation and reality. I discovered that though I might feel like I had torn my heart out of my chest, my body was going to keep on keeping on. I wasn’t going to die simply from missing them. Heartbreak would not be my demise.
With my references from jobs I’d worked not related to Treyfield, I found a job at a café. It wasn’t a great job, and my boss was a raging dick, but it was work. The few hours a week I worked allowed me to save almost seventy percent of my wages in the hopes of being able to move out of the shelter and into a place of my own. That’s my entire dream now. Just somewhere safe to pass the hours.
The doors to the cafe open, and I almost cry when a woman walks in. When will I stop willing them to appear? The omega comes in with her fruity scent. Her clothes are new, expensive, and stylish. She looks badass compared to the omegas at the Omega Meet in her skinny jeans and leather jacket and with this confidence I've never seen on an omega before. She lowers her sunglasses, searching the cafe until her eyes land on me.
She smiles, white teeth flashing, and a pang hits my chest. Dylan.
The way she moves is sinful. Her ginger hair falls to her mid-back and her green eyes sparkle.
“I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” She says and leans on the counter. She inspects the menu and then peers at me. “This place is a dump.”
“I’d like to disagree, but I wouldn’t eat anything here, and the coffee is mediocre at best,” I say with a polite smile.
She’s obviously mixed me up with someone else. My mind immediately goes to Silver, wondering if she’s tried to steal this omega’s alphas, too.
“I’m not sure why you’ve been looking for me. I don't know you,” I say hesitantly.
“Onyx Davies, you are a hard girl to find, but found you, I have.” The omega says with a wink. “And, yes, I'm looking for you, not Silver. And,” she stresses, “you don’t know me yet, but you will.”
She smiles and glances at the door as it opens with a cute little chime that I’d happily destroy. An incredibly handsome dark-haired guy pushes in, scouring the cafe like he’s searching for people to kill. My money’s on he belongs with her.
“No, you don’t. Not yet. But you will.” She laughs as a couple scurry out of the cafe, giving the man a wide berth. “I’m Missy.”
“Missy?” I say absently, still warily watching the alpha prowl towards us.
“Raptore, formally Clark.” She hooks a thumb over her shoulder. “I belong to him. That’s Darion. The idiot lying on the bonnet of his car is Lukas, and the viking is Seb.”
I study the three men intently. “I see.” I don’t see, but neither do I care. “What do you want?” I almost wince at my bluntness.
“We run a security company.”
“Okay.” I’m still not following, and this conversation is getting boring and painful. I grab a cloth and wipe down the counter. It doesn’t need it, but I need to do something, anything, else but focus on how the wrong omega walked into my work looking for me.
I glance at the white-blond guy who has sat up off the car and is now doing a handstand on the footpath. I seriously question whether he can run anything, but I’m not going to put my thoughts into words. But judging by Missy’s sigh, she’s picked up on my hesitations and isn’t sure how to combat it, especially with the three-ring circus happening out the front.
Missy covers her eyes with her hand and mutters something about strength. “Look, I’m looking for a seriously organised individual, and you come highly recommended.”
“I work with food,” I point out stupidly. “Hard not to be organised around food.”
“Ha, you're funny. No one mentioned you were sarcastic and bitter. You’ll get along great with Darion. Yes, but food, security. It’s all interchangeable.”
I narrow my eyes. “Um, no, it’s not.”
“Fine, I’ll train you.” Missy rolls her eyes.
“So, this is a job offer?” I clarify and laugh at her.
“Yup. I’ll give you…um, I have an envelope.” She pats down her chest and then her jeans until she finds a bit of paper, pulls it out, and passes it to me.
