“No, thank you,” Angelica brushes her off. “But we do need a one-sheet for her.”
“Right away.” The beta sets down her clipboard before scurrying away. She walks past me and Basil, but she slows whenshe nears Tristan, hugging the side of the tent to keep from getting too close. I get it. He’s a big fucker with visible scars on his knuckles and a permanent scowl on his face.
“I will only warn you once,” Angelica moves toward the back of the tent, “no touching.”
Boxes and crates line the back wall, no doubt filled with medical supplies. I can smell a mixture of sterile alcohol, latex, and sharp disinfectant.
“Watch your step.” Angelica pulls at the corner of the tent, revealing a whole new room.
Carefully lifting my feet, I step over several electrical cords into the cluttered space. More boxes, empty cages, and all kinds of tools surround us. I inhale deeply, taking in the scent of copper and mud, but then something sweet tickles my nose, and my body instantly begins to hum.
Omega.
Her fragrance is faint but sweet, like vanilla and sugar. It courses through my veins, rushing all throughout my body. Making my mouth water.
“Fucking hell,” Tristan whispers under his breath. There’s a strained excitement in his tone, and I completely understand why. I’m sure his instincts are screaming just as loudly as mine. The urge to rip this tent to shreds so I can find that omega is almost impossible to ignore, but I have to.
We all do. We can’t risk being kicked out.
Just breathe, I silently tell myself.I’ll have the rest of my life to lose myself with our sweet omega. But, right now, I have to pretend to be civilized.
“Is that her?” Basil asks as we near a small metal cage. There’s a lump in the center, lying on top of a thin blanket.
“Yes.” Angelica rests her manicured hand on the top of the cage, smiling as if showing off her most prized possession. “She’s a young female. Twenty to twenty-five—Oh, perfect.” She cutsherself off as the blonde beta walks toward us. “Thank you for being quick, Jacci.”
The young woman bows her head as she passes us, keeping her eyes on her feet. “The one-sheet, ma’am.” She hands Angelica a piece of paper, before quickly retreating. Tristan watches her go, smiling at the thick fear radiating off the poor girl.
Some people just can’t handle being around alphas.
“What happened to her?” Basil kneels next to the cage, looking at the shockingly small creature.
Tristan and I move closer, happy when Angelica doesn’t stop us.
And there she is. Our omega.
She’s completely naked and obviously drugged. I want to admire her pretty form, but all my attention pulls to the ugly marks across her hips and wrists. She’s covered in dark bruises, and there appears to be dried blood all down her face and neck.
“She has no serious injuries,” Angelica says, making my mouth fall open with disgust. “No broken bones or?—”
“What happened to her?” I growl and my fists curl tight. I need to know who did this to something so pure and fragile. I need to find them. Hurt them.Destroy them.
But Angelica doesn’t look bothered by my rage in the least. She simply smiles as she says, “She killed an alpha.”
“Bullshit,” Tristan blurts out.
“Sadly, it’s not bullshit,” the she-alpha says. “This omega is incredibly violent.” She hands me the piece of paper. It has barely any information on it. No history. No real age. Not even her name. The only thing it says for sure is that she’s five foot nothing and not mated.
This girl needs us.
And we need her.
She must have been so scared to have killed an alpha all on her own.
“How much is she?” I ask, bracing myself.
“I’ll be honest,” Angelica says with a heavy sigh. “She’s a northern omega. Born and bred out here.”
“She’s completely wild?” I ask and Angelica nods. My brows raise, shocked that her kind could survive their whole life out here without someone to watch over her.
