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“Mom! You need to check the news, there’s a…” A younger version of Nancy grinds to a halt in the doorway. She looks like she’s maybe in her late teens or early twenties, dressed in a pair of jeans and a white tank top. She’s clasping a newspaper in one hand that she immediately tucks behind her back when she spots me.
But it’s too late for that.
I might not have caught the headline, but I saw the picture.
My smile is bitter. “A mother begging for the safe return of her omega daughter?”
Silence.
“I saw the picture.” My gaze returns to my plate.
The question I’ve asked so many times I sometimes feel like it’s all I think about rattles around in my head.
I need to let it out or it’s going to drive me insane. “Would you sell your child?”
No one responds.
Lifting my head, I take in the alphas, who are peering across the table at me, probably wondering if they should have left me behind in Lawrence’s garden.
“Would you sell your child?” I repeat.
They shake their heads.
Rune puts two and two together first. “Your mothersoldyou to Lawrence?”
He waits for a response. They all wait for one. But now that I’ve spoken, I realize how much it’s exposed me. How muchI’veexposedmyself.
To alphas.
Why would you do something that stupid?
Giving them a smile that’s all teeth, I put my hands on the table and push myself up. “I don’t think I’m feeling well today. Thank you for the breakfast. I’ll leave you to finish yours in peace.”
None of them call me back or try to stop me, and for that I’m grateful. Nancy and her daughter step aside for me, and I return to my room and the sorry excuse for a nest that’s the best one I’ve ever had.
Shoving the bedside table in front of the door takes so little effort, I wonder how I could have struggled with it so much before. The fact I have oceans of rage fueling me might have something to do with it.
In my closet, I continue to rage. At Lawrence. At the mom who sold me.
And at a world where omegas can belong to a person.
Drawing my knees to my chest, I wrap my arms around my legs and think about Della, who might not be the beloved sister I always thought she was.
But I don’t cry.
What good are tears when nothing will ever change?
Chapter12
Cian
“Someone please tell me I didn’t just hear what I thought I heard,” I say as a soft click upstairs announces Everleigh’s return to her room.
A second later, a heavy scraping sound echoes.
Thump.
We have somehow, miraculously, had our omega fall right into our lap, and she’s so afraid of alphas, she’s taken to barricading herself in her room.
