Those screams will haunt me until I die.
But there are no screams here, just murmurs.
I follow the source of said murmurs and find several Omegas huddled nearby.Hel. Paige. Wendy. Guðrún.The other two are new. Neither of them are X-Clan Omegas either.
“That’s from your Alpha,” Hel says, gesturing with her chin toward a pack near my nest of blankets.
“M-my Alpha?” I repeat, a shiver traversing my spine.My Alpha is here?
“Enrique,” Guðrún murmurs.
It’s a single word. A name. And yet the profound relief that rolls through my shoulders nearly has me melting into my blankets.
Not Bautista.Enrique.
Because my Alpha is dead.
And I’m safe. Sort of, anyway. I… I have no home. But my Alpha isn’t here. He’s gone.Forever.
“He brought all of us lunch,” Paige adds with a dreamy smile. “But he put yours in that sack to keep it warm and asked us not to wake you.”
“Oh.” I pluck at the pack and peek inside.
My eyes widen at finding a banana, a sandwich, two bottles of water, and what looks like a cookie.
“Apparently, one of the jets arrived with more food,” Paige says before I can ask where all this came from. “Then they turned around and left with another group of Omegas.”
“Yeah, there are only three groups left,” Hel adds. “Elias says everyone will be leaving by nightfall, so we need to tell him where we want to go. He almost woke you to ask for your choice, but your Alpha stopped him.”
My nose crinkles. “My Alpha being Enrique?” I ask, making sure that’s who she means.
“Yes. The meal you’re craving.”
I blink at her. She has a strange obsession with referring to Enrique as food. Still, ignoring that, I reply, “I don’t know where I want to go.”
“Then they’ll take you to Andorra Sector by default,” Paige tells me. “That’s what they told Guðrún.”
The Vampire Omega shrugs. “It’ll give me some time to think.”
I’m not sure what she means by that, and the haunted look in her gaze makes me not want to ask. So I just nod like I understand and rummage through the pack from Enrique.
I’m halfway through my sandwich when the male in question approaches with another Alpha at his side. “Good morning, Caja,” Enrique purrs.
Well, he doesn’t literally purr. But in my head, I swear I hear his gentle hum.
Actually, I think I heard him purring all night. Perhaps in my dreams?
“This is Sven,” he continues. “He’s from Norse Sector.”
“Hi, Caja,” the blond Alpha murmurs, crouching. “Enrique asked me to tell you about my homeland.”
I frown. “Why?”
“In case you want to come live in my sector,” he says.
I glance at Enrique. “Is that where you live?” I’m actually not sure where he’s from. But maybe I can go wherever he is, assuming other Alphas are like him.
Enrique winces. “No, I’m from Bariloche Sector.”
