Page 60 of No Escape

Oh my god.

Am I the woman who goes on one date and starts planning a wedding? Maybe under normal circumstances, I would be a weirdo for even contemplating it, but I truly don’t think I could force myself to leave Omen and Valor trapped in here. No matter what they believe, I don’t think they deserve to be confined in a place like this.

If Valor is rabid, he does a damn good job of hiding it. More than that, bonding would bring back his mental clarity…at least, that’s what the doctor said.

Even thinking of her fills me with rage. She’s a woman, and she actively helps them do terrible things to women.

It doesn’t make any sense.

Maybe they forced her into her role or something, but it makes me want to see everyone who works here pay.

If the omegas willingly entered for a payday, that might be one thing, but that’s not what happened to me. It makes me wonder if they’ve been lying to the alphas all along about how they find the omegas. Even if some of them did sign up to be here, there should be an out in the contract if they change their mind and want to be released.

This whole facility is majorly screwed up.

Valor’s chest rumbles with his steady purr, and I cuddle even deeper.

I’ve been lonely for so long that the thought of being away from him and Omen makes my chest tight. Even if I was able to get out of here, I can’t fathom going while they had to stay.

Valor would still need to find an omega to bond to gain his freedom. Imagining him with someone else sends my hackles right up, so much so that I find myself snuggling right on top of his chest.

He doesn’t stop me.

A low, rumbly chuckle leaves his lips, and I don’t let myself think about how his cock is right there. In fact, if I wiggled a little lower, I’m pretty sure I could get him inside me, but I’m clear for the moment.

What I really need to do is problem solve.

Valor’s purr vibrates under my cheek, and he soothes his giant hand up and down my spine. No one has ever shown me this kind of affection.

How the hell can he be so sweet and, in the next breath, try to give me a pep talk about not getting attached?

I’m an omega, dammit.

I’m already attached.

Now I just need to find a way to get all of us out of here and keep us safe until we can pay off his old boss. Then get us to the States…ifthey’re willing to move to an entirely new country to be with me.

If not, I could probably adapt to England.

Omen mentioned London, which I’ve heard is a beautiful city. I’m pretty sure we’d be safer farther away from any of their old business associates, but I’m open to letting that be a group decision.

Oh, God.

Maybe I am delusional.

Planning a whole future for us when I can’t even get this stubborn alpha to sink his teeth in.

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My teeth gnash together, and my appendages jerk as a violent wave of cramping racks through my abdomen. Before I even open my eyes, I can tell they burn. My mouth is dry, but there’s a more pressing need.

I’m sure there’s a puddle of slick on Valor’s pelvis from where I’ve been resting. A wiggle of my hips has his sticky crown bumping against my ass. Both of our pheromones are heavy in the air, but mine are so thick, it makes me nauseous.

My head tilts, but my vision is so blurry, I can’t tell if the alpha is awake. He’s no longer purring, but I assume that stopped when he fell asleep. Using my hands on his chest, I push myself up. He’s got a palm resting on my lower back and his other arm tossed above his head.

Pain ravishes its way through my system all over again, and I bend toward the sleeping alpha as I whine. His eyes pop open, and a second later, his fingers brush my cheek.

“It hurts so bad, it feels like I’m dying,” I whisper and grimace. I didn’t even give my mouth permission to say that. Making him want me is one thing, but I don’t like the idea of him being with me only because I’ve guilted him into it.

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