Page 92 of The Wronged Omega

“Where is she!” I snarled through the bars of the cage they had me trapped in.

I couldn’t see anyone else besides the ugly mug of the guard that paced down the hall. I hadn’t heard anything either. That left a few options. Maybe I was the only one being kept here, but that was unlikely. The two more conceivable options were they were still knocked out in the other cells, or they were dead.

I shook the bars and yelled again, “Tell me what you did with my mate!”

The male guard ignored me. Whether he was a Beta or Alpha, I couldn’t tell. He certainly wasn’t an Omega though. I’d be bombarded by pheromones to keep me quiet if that was the case.

Pacing didn’t help, but it was all I could do in here. There wasn’t much space, and I was going crazy. If I guessed, I’d say I had been awake for maybe fifteen minutes. The others might wake up soon if that was the case, but all the unknowns were driving me insane.

I woke up on the cot, and that was it. The side walls were concrete with the front being all bars and a door that I couldn’t slam open even with all my strength focused on it. Normally, I would be calm in this situation, knowing my team would come at any moment, but they were trapped, and my mate’s and adoptive sisters’ and father’s lives were on the line.

Mine’s face flashed across my mind, and I screamed again in frustration, kicking the cot and breaking a leg off. I debated on causing a fiasco. Harming the guard from so far away with nothing but a hunk of metal sounded like the perfect distraction.

The issues with that plan were obvious. I would still be trapped in here, and if others came, they would likely kill me or tranq me again.

Maybe I could use the edge to grind down the hinges enough to break the door down. I didn’t need it fully open, just open enough for me to shove through. Scratches and punctures be damned. I needed to find Mine and get the fuck out of here.

I huffed and leaned back against the cool cement wall and slid to the floor.

None of this would work. I could escape, steal the guard’s weapons, and find Mine, but there were too many others involved in this. If it were as simple as Odie and I being captives with Mine somewhere, we would both know what to do. With the others, Ellie especially, that wasn’t an option.

If I could get Mine and Ellie though…

Tilting my head back, I let it hit the wall, annoyance and anxiety filling every pore.

This wasn’t the first time I’d been taken, but it had always been a part of the plan. Sometimes we used relics to stifle the effects of Omega pheromones, but they didn’t last long, and getting one made was a pain in the ass. We had only done it twice, but I was able to use the ability long enough to knock everyone out. That was on them for thinking an Omega could control me. Typically, they’d be right, but we planned for every scenario before going in.

Well, to be fair, we didn’t always because there were too many unknowns, but we knew the basics of what could happen. If we knew more, then great.

A cough and a groan rang out from the cell next to me, so I scurried up and pressed my face between the bars as far as I could.

“Hello?”

“Cy?” Iker asked, and some relief went through me, knowing one other person was okay at the very least. “What the fuck happened? Where are we?”

“I think we are in the cells beneath the council’s estate.” I had never been down here before, but I knew they existed. The halls were winding, and we could easily be multiple floors below ground.

“Those bastards. Where’s everyone else?” he asked from right next to me, although I couldn’t see him.

“I was the first one awake and now you. The guard is an ass who won’t answer a damn thing.” Since Iker was here, it was safe to assume the guard was a Beta, probably with a relic on him in case he needed an extra power boost.

“Any plans forming?”

“None.”

“Love it. Starting from scratch.” The words were laced with sarcasm, and I completely agreed.

“I have one broken off leg of the bed and more anger than I have ever felt. What can you do with that?” I turned around and leaned back against the bars, speaking low enough that the guard wouldn’t hear my words. The space was too quiet for him to not know we were up and speaking, but we could keep him from knowing our plans.

“Unless I can pump enough pheromones into you for you to break through the door, I haven’t got a clue.”

“Our other option is waiting and hoping someone else is down here and wakes up. Although, we would still be in the same position of nothing.” I mulled over the options, and maybe his idea had some merit. “Do you think I could break it down, get to the guard, and disarm him before he called for help? That’s the only way that plan is working.”

“Quiet down there!” the guard called out.

“Make us!” I yelled back, and he started marching to us. “One shot, Iker. Make it count,” I said quietly without moving my lips very much so the guard who was staring me dead in the face wouldn’t notice.

“Oh, I will.”

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