Page 20 of Wild Omega

I smirk. “Red Hawk Down.” When his brows furrow with confusion, I add, “International film. You’re probably not the target audience. But be a doll and find me a change of clothes, yeah?”

I slam the door in his shocked face and lock it, leaning against the painted wood as the shakes finally possess me. Those men are the first alphas I’ve met besides Ray in this sanity-forsaken dungeon, and after all these years, rescue is finally here.

But they aren’tmyalphas.

I swallow through my thickened throat as I turn on the water and step into the shower. It feels so damn good to clean myself, and I tip my head back to fill my mouth, gargling and spitting several times. When I’ve steamed off as much filth and horror as possible and my trembling fades to a barely noticeable quiver, I get out of the shower and wring my hair dry.

“Did you find clothes for me?” I call through the door.

“We have a hospital gown and a jacket.”

I hum under my breath, then shrug. Better than the stinking, wrinkled clothes in the corner. Slowly I unlock the door and reach my arm through. These two men could easily overpower me if they aren’t respectable agents.

“Please hurry, miss,” one begs. “It’s a long walk to the front entrance.” Through the wall, I can hear their subdued comments to each other, saying they can’t believe they found an omega in such a state.

I slick as much water off my skin as I can, and then get dressed, buttoning up the jacket to cover what the flimsy dress doesn’t. It’s male clothing and oversized, but better than nothing.

Then I heave in a deep breath and open the door. “Alright, I’m ready.”

Both men sigh in relief and the second one clicks on his radio. “We’re on our way, Agent Andrews.”

The second looks me up and down. “Can you walk, or would you like me to carry you?”

“Put your hands on me and I’ll break your nose,” I warn, pushing past them. My body stiffens up in case they still try something, but they follow a few steps behind like respectable people.

“I promise we’re here to help, miss. You’re safe now.”

They might mean well, but their reassurances don’t help. My heart rate still races out of control. Ray said he was “helping” too and look how that turned out. But at least I’m getting out of here.

The walk gives me plenty of time to lock away my nervousness. This is what I do best, pretending I wasn’t assaulted and locked in a tiny, windowless room for weeks. I dip my fingertips under the jacket and brush across my collarbone, feeling the row of scars from countless needles. It wasn’t simply a nightmare brought on by endless darkness. Some days it’s hard to know what’s real and what’s a nightmare.

When we reach the main part of the underground facility, my pulse spikes at the sight of arrested bitches everywhere. In cuffs, face down on the floor, and being marched into rooms. I snicker as I lock eyes with Ray, where paramedics treat a wound in his leg while he’s trussed up tighter than a turkey for roasting. So many memories flood through me, I can’t contain it.

But it’s all so clean and sterile. Not a scene that suits a disgusting beast like him.

Ducking away from my guards, I pivot, my foot snapping out across Ray’s face. Chaos erupts as he shouts and falls on top of the medics.

“You’re an animal!” I scream, digging my fingers into the bandage. “How dare you touch me?” Blood soaks through the white patch, and he hollers. Such a satisfying noise. How many times have I screamed under his hands? I press my fingers into his throat. “Just die, you pathetic piece of shit!”

Strong arms haul me backward, kicking and raging, but the minute that scumbag’s out of sight, I grow still.

“You can put me down now,” I say calmly, panting a little. Guess I’m out of shape after confinement, even though I did push-ups and sit-ups every day to keep my muscles toned. Cardio’s a whole different ball game, though.

“Miss, I understand you’re upset, but—”

I whip my head around and glare the agent into silence. “You don’t understand a damn thing, officer. I appreciate the rescue, but if you have any sense left, keep your mouth shut. I’ll behave.”

His dark eyes appraise me, and then he nods and releases me. “I’m sorry. This should never have happened to you.”

Yeah, but it fucking did.

I shake off his wary hands and toss my red hair out of the way. Through the nearby open door, I spot a handbag on an office desk. I step through, pick up the bag with glee, and slot the butterfly clip snugged in an outer pocket over my hair, winding it up into a knot before slipping the purse over my shoulder.

The agent sighs. “I’m sorry, miss, but I can’t allow you to take that. It’s evidence. The Omega Center will supply you with whatever you need.”

I roll my eyes and set it down. “Fine.” But I’m not done. I open the bag and dig through until I find a tube of lipstick and hold the agent’s eye while I apply it liberally and smack my lips together. One corner of his mouth smirks.

Just as deliberately, I make a show of putting the lipstick back, but really it’s just a cover to palm the wallet up my sleeve; I refuse to leave here with absolutely nothing. Then I hook a pair of sunglasses with one finger and drag them out, silently defying the agent to stop me.

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