Page 14 of The Omega's Savior

“Oh, you know I can’t do that,” he says with a grin, opening his passenger side door.

He sweeps me up into his arms, making me yelp in surprise as I hold onto his neck for balance as he sets me down on the seat.

He leans over me, his campfire scent the only thing I can smell in the cabin of his car. He slowly pulls the seatbelt across my body, never dropping eye contact with me. I feel myself leaning closer to him before I snap myself out of it.

Why the fuck am I falling for his alpha charm? I know exactly where that landed my mother and I’m never, ever doing anything that’ll make me remotely resemble her.

He seems to register my shift in mood, because his grey eyes dim before he plants another grin on his face.

“That would be against the paperwork we both just signed,” He says.

Then, this motherfucker, out of all things he could possibly do in this moment, boops me on the nose with his finger.

“And we wouldn’t wanna do that, would we?” he asks, his smile turning genuine.

“Did you just fucking boop me on the nose?”

“You betcha,” he says, closing the door in my slackjawed face.

He takes out his phone and pulls up its GPS app when he makes his way to the driver’s seat. “So anyway, where am I heading?”

I take his phone and enter the address of my mom’s trailer park.

“Damn,” he says, checking out the route we’re going. “We’re headed across the bridge to that part of town?”

“Yeah,” I answer. I don’t elaborate anymore because what right does he have to judge where I came from?

“Alrighty, let’s get going then.”

He gets the car started and he begins driving. The silence in the cab of the car seems to get to Jax because he starts tapping on the wheel of the car.

“Hey,” He says, his voice soft, turning to me at a red light. “I’m starting to get the vibe you had a real shitty childhood.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” I answer, crossing my arms across my chest. I wince a little at that move, it seems like whatever pain meds they gave me at the hospital are starting to wear off.

He looks at me so intently it feels like his gray eyes are looking into my soul.

“Just say what you wanna say,” I huff.

“There were a couple of guys outside of the cell you were in. When we saw them, one of them mentioned the reason why you were kept at that warehouse and not at the other warehouse with the other omegas was cause someone sold you directly to them. You didn’t get nabbed liked the others.”

My jaw clenches at the thought.

“There’s not a question there,” I say, narrowing my eyes at him. “If you want me to say something you’ve gotta fucking ask me.”

“Who was it?”

“My mom.”

“Your momma fucking sold you to traffickers?” He growls, his hands clenching around the steering wheel.

“Yeah. Now do you fucking get why I have to get to my sister?”

“Oh yeah, totally,” He says. I notice that he increases his speed as we drive down the highway. “But why would she do that to her own daughter?”

“Ever since I presented as an omega and the dickish alpha she was dating came into my room at night, she always viewed me as competition,” I shrug. “She wanted to get rid of me for good, I guess.”

“What the fuck,” He says. “Your mom is fucked in the head, holy shit.”

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