Page 2 of The Wronged Omega

Sell you? I scrunched my brows in confusion. I knew a little about the Primarchy, but I was Human and was raised Human, despite the whole cursed thing.

“I’m an Omega.” She stopped there as if it told me everything, so I stared blankly at her until she groaned and stomped her foot, reminding me a little of her aunt. Although no other part of her mirrored Lucinda. Where Ellie had green eyes and red hair, Lucinda had brown, graying hair with hazel brown eyes. Maybe at one point her hair had a red sheen, but her sour attitude aged her poorly. “I’m the Omega daughter of a high-status Primarch, and people would pay a shit ton to get me and do horrible things to me and—”

I covered her mouth with my hand and nodded, understanding that sex trafficking and the like were just as predominant in their world as it was in ours. I didn’t know how anyone, especially a close relative, could put someone into that life, but if she was telling the truth, then I had to do something about it.

Removing my hand, I asked for her name. “Ellie.”

I’m Mine, Carmine. I grimaced at my full name, and that got a chuckle from her.

“Ellery. I feel you.” She wiped away some tears and seemed to calm down after the small interaction and being out of the semi-prison.

I grabbed her upper arm and led her down the stairs and over to my house. It wasn’t the safest place to be, but it was better than standing on Lucinda’s porch, waiting for her to show up and do some magic nonsense.

We all heard whisperings and got bits and pieces of the Primarchs that lived alongside ours, so a magic user living next to me wasn’t a complete shock, but they weren’t common here.

I lived in an average-sized town of ten thousand people. It was cozy enough, and there was always something to do if I wanted to get out of the house and have some Human interaction. I didn’t do that, but the option was there if I wanted it.

My immediate family was gone, and I rarely saw the extended members, even though we all had the same curse placed upon us, forcing us to live our lives without a voice.

I grabbed my previously discarded snack haul, opened my front door, and ushered Ellie inside before locking everything up tight. The floor plan on this level was open, so I had her sit in the living room while I grabbed us some water and dumped my bag of snacks on the coffee table.

No matter the situation, a comfy couch and some snacks made it better, at least for a little while.

We sat in silence for a bit, then I waved my hand, garnering her attention.

Can you call your dad now? I asked, simplifying it enough so I knew she’d understand.

“Oh, yeah, maybe.” Ellie pulled out her cell phone, decked out in pink and blue rhinestones, and dialed. The ringing tone blasted through the speaker, but no one picked up, sending her to voicemail. “I guess not.” My heart broke for her as her entire body sunk in on itself, and she leaned back and slunk down into the couch cushions.

The authorities, then?

Her mouth formed a straight line before she shook her head. “Lucinda is the authorities.” Her voice held no hope, and another tear ran down her cheek.

“Oh,” I mouthed and sunk back as well before popping up with a what the fuck look on my face as I asked her to explain.

She sighed but did as I asked. “My dad might be the council’s bitch, but Lucinda is the one in charge of finding and punishing the people who are, surprise,” she sing-songed along with her jazz hands, “just like her apparently.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at her cussing. It was cute coming from her, but I wasn’t convinced her dad would approve. Good thing I wasn’t her parent. I didn’t care.

How old are you?

“Seventeen.” She shrugged, then spaced out with her glazed-over eyes focused on the table in front of her. Ellie looked younger than she was, but surprisingly, she was handling this better than I anticipated. There was a level of maturity that she had that other teenagers lacked. I figured it had to do with her father’s position and understood the need to grow up quickly all too well.

I was tired of waving my arms around to try and get her attention each time I wanted to speak, so I pulled out my phone and brought up the call screen before shoving it at her so I could get her number.

“Put mine in?” I nodded, and her number was quickly added.

With my phone back in my possession, I sent her a text.

Did you mishear her? Was Lucinda talking about another case? Did I vandalize a property over a case of miscommunication?

I kept my face neutral in case I was way off base, but it grew taught at her words.

“Not unless you can misunderstand someone saying, ‘I will deliver Ellie to the buyers tonight.’”

I nodded in agreement, blowing a raspberry. That was pretty straightforward, and I was glad I smashed her window. I honestly wished I broke more, but there would be plenty of fight to have before Ellie was safe with her dad. That was if he wasn’t involved as well.

Chapter 2

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