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“Do alphas not already dominate the world? What could we offer that they don’t already receive?” Leanna asked. Her eyes sparked with challenge.
“A safe space to find a pack, just like omegas are given. Legal assistance when they are falsely accused of taking advantage of an omega. Those claims are far too frequent,” he said in a fake sad voice. “Even more importantly, we would be giving them a voice to help improve the sometimes tumultuous relationship between alphas and omegas. We are the bread and butter of society, after all.”
“Alphas have more voice than omegas ever have,” Leanna said, not giving up. “They don’t need to encroach on the one thing omegas have that’s solely for them. Often, the omegas who come to us are from abusive or manipulative packs and bad situations. We give them hope. The moment you bring alphas in here, it’s no longer safe or healing. Our organization will become the same as the rest of the world.”
Leanna was passionate about her work here, and I couldn’t help but admire it. Unfortunately, she was just one omega. Even with Mary by her side, there was likely little they could do against Burke’s political power. But maybe Syndicate could, maybeIcould. This place was an important asset, and I silently vowed to never let the senator get his hands on it and ruin what they’d worked tirelessly to create.
“Omegas simply cannot blame every alpha for the actions of the few,” Burke said. The passion in his voice was ridiculous, especially considering his audience. That tone might work with the mainstream crowds and the masses who were willing to blindly follow a man who spoke assertively and smiled widely, but that wasn’t who stood before him. “We would still provide every service that’s currently within your capabilities, but we’d also generate funds and acquire grants to expand. The legal department would grow exponentially, with lawyers on hand to help your newest clients, alphas in need. A board would be appointed to ensure that our alphas are being heard and the accusations themselves are sound before wasting tax dollars.”
Leanna opened her mouth to argue but he thundered on, speaking over her.
“Your clinic would be just as necessary for them. Everyone deserves the same state-funded screenings omegas now have. Pack Services can be just as valuable to a lone alpha as an unbonded omega. Do you know how hard it is for an alpha to find a similar-minded, loyal pack that wishes to settle down?”
“Still much easier than a vulnerable omega’s ability to find a safe pack that won’t abuse her, strip her of her autonomy, and use her as a breeder,” Leanna said bluntly.
“And they will continue to receive all the help they need and more,” Burke countered pleasantly, acting as if the younger omega hadn’t just challenged him. “My plan allocates enough funds to enhance all services statewide, opening more facilities so everyone has one close enough to utilize. It’s only up from here.”
“If you are re-elected,” Leanna said, her eyes defiant.
“That is the hope,” he said casually. “This has been incredibly insightful, and I appreciate your candid responses.” It was all lip service, of course. He wouldn’t do anything but what he felt was best, and I was pretty sure every person in that room was certain of it. This conversation itself had been a total sham. There was no real delving into changes or proof as to why it was necessary to break into spaces alphas weren’t welcome.
Henry Burke stood up and held out his hand to each of the omegas across from him, turning to the cameraman and smiling for pictures of each handshake.
Both omegas knew they were being dismissed, but they seemed just as eager for us to go. I gave them a quick goodbye before following Burke out.
I’d never been more convinced that I was doing the right thing than in that moment. I almost dreaded the limo ride back to the office, knowing he’d either be boasting about how well it had gone or angry at the blatant disrespect.
Sure enough, the moment the driver pulled away from the curb, he launched into a rant.
“They were so disrespectful. Here I am, making their futures even easier by taking stress from their plates,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s insane how blind the general public is to the good we do.” He truly had convinced himself that he was god’s gift to omegas.
“The more we get word out and take opportunities like this, the more chances you’ll have to give them the real facts,” I countered, keeping my voice pleasant while holding back the annoyance I truly felt. He was oblivious to what the public wanted or needed.
How he’d ever gotten elected in the first place was mind boggling.
He continued his rant until we pulled up in front of the campaign office, then he jumped out of the limo without looking back.
“That was painful,” Hayes muttered as he helped me climb out. I simply chuckled and crossed the street to the café there. They didn’t serve the best coffee in the world, but after losing that many brain cells, I needed several shots of espresso to finish out my day.
By the time I got back to my desk, half the building had cleared out, including the senator, which was a relief. It was much easier to keep up the act when no one was watching my every move.
There were still so many things to figure out—the mysterious birth certificate, the real reasons Burke was so adamant about getting a foothold in Omega Services, and how to stop him from bringing any of his plans to life.
In moments like this, it was hard to think that I was the right person for the job. My acting alone was apparently up to the task, but mentally it was hard to not let it take a toll.
I had to remind myself that it wasn’t me who mattered, but omegas in general. They deserved to keep their safe spaces without being influenced by outdated alpha ideology.
My mission wasn’t just taking down Burke. It was helping stop this injustice completely.
At least that was something I could be proud of.
ChapterSix
Bailey
No matter how many times I’d searched for the names on the birth certificate that was left in my car, I couldn’t find them. It was like the mother and daughter were ghosts. With no record of the mother’s birth, graduation, or any kind of employment, her history was just… empty. Did she really exist?
It was impossible to have no paper trail at all. If that wasn’t a giant neon red flag, I didn’t know what was.
