Page 3 of The Omega's Savior

“You’re a curious little thing. I didn’t know you had this much of an attitude,” Suitman says, tracing a finger down my cheek. “That’s a marketable characteristic, you know. Some alphas will pay a premium for an omega they can break.”

“Fuck you,” I snarl, snapping his teeth at my finger.

An eerie smile crosses his face as he jerks his hand back. “Anyways, your little friend,” he says, stepping backward and waving a hand at Willow. “Has already been sold. So it looks like you’ll be alone again until I can find you a buyer interested in your… temperament.”

He waves his hand and the alpha guard that has a hold on Willow drags her out of the cell. To her credit, she kicks and screams nearly as much as I did.

“Olivia!” She cries. I can still hear her, even when she’s dragged outside and I have to close my eyes for a second to collect myself.

Suitman turns his eyes back to me. “Unfortunately for you, I can’t have you running around and throat-punching my men anymore.” He nods at the man holding me and makes his way out of the cell. “Leave her conscious, but make sure she doesn’t get any more ideas.”

The guard throws me to the ground when his boss leaves. His manic smile makes fear skate down my spine, especially with the instructions his boss gave him before leaving.

The kick in my ribs makes me curl into myself. Getting kicked in the ribs isn’t exactly an unfamiliar feeling, but it’s probably because it’s a familiar feeling that I feel myself drifting off.

My mind starts checking out of my body.

I’m grateful for it because things continue for what feels like forever.

But even though I try to focus on the feeling of floating away, there’s still one thread keeping me attached to my body. The pain, I can at least try to get over, but the burning, fiery anger?

Not a chance.

That shit is pulsing through my veins. I can feel it pulsing in my temple, though, that could just be the blood dripping down my face and into my hairline from when he pressed my face into the concrete wall.

When he leaves me, sprawled out on the floor, all that I’m left with is my pain and anger. A familiar enough combination that remind me of some of the darkest parts of my life.

CHAPTER 2

JAX

“You ready for this?” Brandon, arguably my best friend, asks me as he claps a hand on my back.

We’re in the locker room, getting ready for a rescue operation. Our agency specializes in these sorts of mercenary jobs and we’ve been working towards taking down this ring of traffickers for months. Too long if you ask me, but today is the day.

“I was born ready,” I answer, strapping on the holsters for my firearms. “What about you?”

Brandon gives me a solemn nod.

“How’s Sadie doing with this?”

Sadie is Brandon’s bonded mate. I can imagine this is probably pretty stressful for her considering this is the first real field operation he’s going on since they got together. She’s also the data analyst who managed to pinpoint where these traffickers were probably keeping the omegas they were kidnapping.

“She’s a bit nervous for me, but she’s also pretty determined to get those omegas out so that’s what she’s been focusing on.”

“I bet you’ve been keeping her plenty distracted too,” I tease as I slide on my tactical gloves.

He rolls his eyes at me. I’m used to it at this point, Brandon’s always been pretty straight-laced. He’s always got a plan, which is great since I usually don’t.

When we’re all ready, we head along with the rest of the team to the trucks we’re using for transport to the locations of the operation. There’re two of them we’re hitting today, both in the warehouse district of the city. When Sadie gave her presentation to the agency about her analysis, she told us that the omegas were in one and the drugs were in the other.

These kinds of drug rings aren’t all that uncommon since the government sucks and isn’t willing to legalize and regulate the industry.

From the data we’ve been able to gather through our recon missions, they’ve been using omega heat suppressants to lure a lot of their omega victims in. They’ve also supposedly been making bank with alpha enhancers, which is a newer kind of hormone that’s hit the market. The easiest way of describing them is jacked up steroids, even for already jacked alphas. They even work for betas, which seems to make up a significant portion of their customer base, which is interesting.

On the ride over, the captain of the team is giving us a pep talk about the plan and going over our roles again.

“Everyone got that?” He finishes.