Page 93 of The Wronged Omega

“Hey, guard boy,” Iker taunted, “just some Beta, huh? Is there someone of higher status we can talk to? I’m bored, hungry, and rather important.”

“Fuck off, Omega. You’re under me, and you know it.” The guard made the poor decision of stepping in front of Iker’s cell to exchange insults. Although it left him out of the way of my door, it blocked a straight shot for his exit.

The next second, I felt the pheromones wash over me, demanding I get free, my life be damned. I smirked and stood as far back as I could before ramming the door. It didn’t break the first time, but the hinges were near done for. The guard tried running but had to go in front of my door to get away. Poor timing for him worked well in my favor as the door caught him on my second attempt, sending him to the floor with the large metal door on top of him.

“And now you’re under a door. How things change,” Iker said from where he leaned against the bars of his cage before I knocked out the Beta and grabbed the keys to let Iker out.

Iker checked the other cells while I took the small amount of weapons the guard had. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that was intentional. Whether it was because they knew we’d break out or perhaps they simply weren’t trusted down here.

I pulled out a Taser, a small handgun with one magazine of bullets and another of tranqs, and a set of keys. It would do for now, but we wouldn’t make it very far without some more help.

“Anything, Iker?” I asked as I stood up.

“Everyone is here except…” He trailed off, and I glared at him when he didn’t finish.

“Except who?” I snapped.

“Ellie, Mine, and Gerard.”

I saw red and kicked the passed out guard who decided to be a part of the problem out of obedience and sheer ignorance.

“Here,” I said, tossing him the keys. “Wake these fuckers up, then.”

We had three Omegas to save, two weapons, two Omegas, one Beta, and three Alphas. What could possibly go wrong?

After waking everyone and giving them the very little information we had, we made our way through the levels, hoping to find our way out. Guards passed by, and with such a large group, avoiding them wasn’t an option. We knocked them out, hid them, and took whatever they had on them.

Slowly, painfully slowly, we made our way through. Despite all the guards that were in our way, no other cells were filled. We were on our third floor and saw no one. Was this all for us, or was something else going down?

None of us spoke, having worked in a team for so long that it was no longer needed. Well, except for Alastor, but he was keeping up. Finally, we made it to the exit, but we had no idea what was waiting for us on the other side.

We had two handguns each at this point with Tasers coming out of our asses, but one Omega could take us down. Iker would shield us as best he could, and depending on Alastor’s skills, maybe he could help. Leona would take out the Omega quickly, but if there were more, even without an Omega, it could be an ambush ending in a massacre.

Time wasn’t on our side, so we swung open the door and were greeted with a silent empty room about the size of an office. It even had a desk as if they were truly booking people before they were taken down there.

No one was around, and this was feeling far too easy.

“They’re forcing our hand, stacking crimes against us so no one questions our sentences.” Odie uttered the words I didn’t want to think. This was all a trap.

“Then we take as many of them with us as we can. No more knocking them out. Fuck them all. Kill them.” We all looked back at Alastor, who had his arms crossed over his chest and face pinched in anger.

“Your time with Lucinda is showing, Allie.” Sloane nudged Alastor, trying to alleviate the situation with some humor.

“So? I’m right. It doesn’t matter what else we do now. We are getting sent back down there with even more security at best. Chances are we are headed for a death sentence with them upping our crimes and adding in things we didn’t do. So, kill or not, we’re dead.” His arms dropped to his side in defeat, but the rigidness of his shoulders told me he was determined to finish this out even though death awaited us.

“He’s not wrong,” Leona said, shrugging. “We do our best and get to the Omegas, wherever they are. Then we figure out how to get out of here.”

“That won’t be necessary.” A voice rang out over an intercom on the desk. “Go out the door, and take a right. You’ll find what you’re looking for soon enough.”

“Another trap?” Sloane said.

“Probably,” Odie and I all said at the same time.

“Let’s get this over with.” Sloane took lead, throwing open the door on the other side of the room, revealing a long hallway. We went right, as the mysterious voice had said, and eventually found a room with a door cracked open.

Peeking in, we realized the voice had been telling the truth to some extent. We had found what we were looking for and so much more.

Chapter 46

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