Page 102 of Wild Omega

“Yes, so I can begin representing your interests.”

Oh, so that kind of engagement. I thump my fist against my forehead, feeling stupid. “Right, of course.” Disappointment weighs me down.

A smile lifts his voice, like he knows I was thinking about something different. “Does that mean I can come visit you?”

Something flutters in my belly. Callisto, here at the Center? I press my hand to my midriff. Stop that. He’s only coming as my lawyer. “Sure, I guess.” Not my alpha coming for me—that was a pipe dream.

“I’ll be there as soon as they let me see you.”

“Okay,” I murmur. “See you then.” I end the call before he can say anything else, but I can’t shut down the conflicting emotions colliding inside.

All that matters is getting out of here.

Butterflies flock through my stomach as Callisto takes the seat across the table. Since he’s visiting a client, not his omega, we’re using a plain meeting room rather than the visitor wing. I wrap my arms around myself. It feels cold and clinical. Definitely no climbing into an alpha’s lap like I do with Rickon.

“Good to see you again, Ms Jones,” Callisto says with a shadowed smile.

“Likewise.” What else am I supposed to say to my alpha who’s notmyalpha?

His lashes flicker a few times, and I wonder what’s going on inside that brain of his. What makes him tick? What does he think of this situation? And what does he think of me? I’d love to pry it all out of him.

Callisto glances at Samantha, who sticks to me like a bad smell; then he slides a document and pen across the table. “This is your formal letter of engagement. Once you sign this, I’ll be able to act in your interests.”

It’s chunky, running to about eight pages, but I already looked at a sample online so I knew what to expect.

Samantha leans closer. “We recommend omegas get our in-house lawyers to go over contract terms before sign—”

With great relish, I pick up the pen and scribble my name where the sticky arrows indicate.

My carer snaps her mouth shut with a pained sigh.

Stupid signing an unknown contract? Maybe. Worth it to shut her up? Definitely.

Callisto catches my victory smirk and his mouth quivers. At least someone enjoys my rebellion, because Samantha’s going to need blood pressure medication soon.

My new official lawyer skims a copy across the table, and while he speaks to me, he angles the document toward the Omega Center worker. “By all means, have the lawyers here check it over. It’s a standard legal contract.”

I poke one finger on top and slide it all the way in front of Samantha. “Go ahead.”

Her face reddens.

Callisto smiles, a cold, glittery sort of look. “Now, I’d like to meet with my client in private, if you please.”

Samantha goes rigid, but stands. “I expect the meeting to remain of a professional nature.” She glares at me. “No knots.”

I loll my head lazily in her direction and flutter my lashes. “You know saying that gives me ideas, right?”

“No knots.” She shuts the door with a little more force than is truly polite.

Callisto chuckles. “Sounds like you and Rickon are getting along well.”

“We fit together nicely,” I shoot back, pun fully intended.

His shoulders shake with silent laughter before he takes a deep breath, his serious face coming back into play. “He told me about the book of scent matches. I’m sorry, Red.”

The way his tone loads on that apology tells me he’s not just talking about my lack of mates.

I shrug. “It is what it is. How do we get me out of this pit?”

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