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For now, at least, they’re content to murmur among themselves, as I try—and mostly fail—to reassure myself that I’m safe.
I’d planned and hoped to escape Lawrence with every bone in my body. But a tingle of surprise still works its way up my spine that I got away. I don’t think I actually believed it would happen.
“You can let me out anywhere,” I say. My voice is louder than I’d intended and it comes with a break that hints at my wobbly state of mind.
We’ve been on the road for a while now, and I’m not sure my nerves can handle this tension for much longer. Outside, we pass bright neon lights almost too fast to see as we speed away from Lawrence’s gated community and into the city.
Three sets of eyes swing toward me.
Rune frowns as he rumbles, “We think you should stay with us for a bit.”
They lied.
Theydointend on keeping me.
This was always going to happen,so you shouldn’t be surprised one bit.
My sweaty palm tightens around the door handle. I don’t push it open. Yet. It’s a near thing, though. Before I fling myself out and probably die in the attempt, I need to assess a less suicidal way to get out of this situation.
Kylian’s gray eyes dart from my face to the handle. “You’re Lawrence Wentworth’s omega.”
I don’t need the reminder, but he’s eyeing me as if this seemingly pointless statement has a point. “So?”
Cian’s watchful khaki-green stare lingers on the door as if he knows how close I am to throwing myself out of this moving car. He probably does. “Tonight, everyone in the city is going to be looking for Everleigh Wentworth.”
Which means that tonight, nowhere in the city is safe. An unbonded omega can come and go as she pleases, as long as she slathers herself up with scent blockers when her heat is approaching. She can even take suppressants to put off the heat that makes an omega’s scent so potent, she becomes prey for an alpha’s primal urges. First to claim, then to fuck, and then to mark as his.
Blockers and suppressants wouldn’t make a difference for me. Everyone has seen my face. Everyone knows exactly who I belong to.
In the eyes of the law, an omega belongs to her alpha. If she runs, she willstillbelong to him. Isn’t that what the contract I signed at the Omega Institute said when Lawrence took me to be registered?
He told me to sign, and I signed. If the staff at the Institute noticed or cared about my visible reluctance, they said nothing about it. From that point forward, I was no longer Everleigh Jackson but Everleigh Wentworth, Lawrence’s omega.Forever.
Or at least until he doesn’t want me anymore. After all the work he’s put into molding me into exactly the omega he wants, the chance of him letting me go is slim to none.
I wouldn’t have been so desperate to run if another form of escape was available to me.
“Things will die down,” Rune says in the gentle voice of someone trying to calm a wild thing down. I must be wild, or a little broken, to consider throwing myself out of a moving car. “Is there somewhere we can take you when it does?”
I study him—I studythem—hesitating.
Can I tell them about my suspicions that my mom wasn’t my real mom at all, and my far-fetched plan to find Della when it’s been a year since I last saw my little sister?
They got me away from Lawrence, and they’ve promised to let me go, but alphas are only ever possessive about one thing in this world: omegas.
I shake my head firmly, my decision an easy one to make. “No. Just away.”
Rune blinks, and though he doesn’t believe me, he still nods as if he does. “Okay. It’s still another thirty minutes until we’re home.”
And that’s when it hits me.
I’ll be the first omega to see the inside of Pack Ashe’s mansion.
“You don’t take omegas there,” I blurt.
Or any other women.
I’ve heard the same rumors as everyone else. They go to downtown beta clubs a couple of times a month, and then they return to their mansion.
