Page 45 of The Omega's Savior

“Okay Summer,” the CPS officer says. “Can you get Allison here so we can talk about me bringing you to their house?”

“Yeah,” She says, pulling away from Olivia.

“You can drop off her stuff later tonight,” the CPS officer says. “And here’s my card, in case you need to get in touch with me. My name is Alicia Carlson.”

“Okay,” Olivia says, her voice flat.

“Here, let’s go,” I say, taking her hand in mine and leading her out of the office. I look over my shoulder and give Summer a wave. “We’ll see you soon, okay?”

Summer nods and gives me a small wave.

The moment the doors of my car close behind Olivia and I, she buries her face in her hands and sobs.

“They’re going to take Summer away,” She cries.

“No, they won’t,” I say, pulling out of the parking lot with a screech. “We’re not going to let them.”

“But what can we do? She’s right, I didn’t file for custody back when we first moved out. I didn’t have any money for a lawyer and I never thought that bitch would try to get custody of Summer at all, she didn’t want anything to do with us!”

“Hey, love, please breath,” I say, squeezing her hand in mine. “You know what we’re gonna do right now?”

“What?” She asks, between small hiccups.

“We’re going to go get a lawyer. Best in the city. We’re going to figure out how to deal with this and we’re going to get Summer back, I promise. She’s safe for now and that’s what matters. We have time to figure this all out.”

“We—We’re going to get a lawyer?”

“Yes.”

“But—But I can’t afford one.”

“Love, you don’t have to worry about that anymore. I’m here for you guys. You aren’t in this alone anymore.”

CHAPTER 15

OLIVIA

My body is wired so tightly right now, I could snap if the wind blew too hard. My entire world is falling apart.

I hate that bitch of an egg donor so much that I could throttle her right now. She’s taken so fucking much from us. Why does she have to try to literally tear us apart like this?

“What did I ever do to have her hate me this fucking much?” I ask, turning to Jax, my eyes almost wild with stress and fear. “I never did anything to that woman. I was a really good fucking kid.”

“You didn’t do anything,” He says softly, reaching out to squeeze my hand. “Seriously, she’s just a narcissist that’s willing to do anything to be the center of the fucking universe.”

I blink at him. I don’t think I’ve ever heard my mom described as a narcissist before.

“What?” I ask.

“She’s a total narcissist. The fact she has to make a scene when things don’t go her fucking way, the way she needs a fucking flying monkey of an alpha flying around her and feeding her stupid ego.” Jax looks me in the eyes. “She hates you cause she’s jealous of you.”

“Jealous?” I laugh. “What’s there to be jealous of, I’m a fucking mess.”

“Were you happy in that apartment with Summer?” He asks me, squeezing my hand in his.

“Yeah,” I say, thinking fondly. “It was tough when Summer was younger, I had to take her to work with me, but when she grew up, it felt a lot like a constant sleepover with my best friend.”

“There you go, you guys were fucking happy, even though you didn’t have a lot. You made that fucking life for you and her. You guys had each other and deep down, she knows she doesn’t fucking have anyone and it tortures her inside because she’s a fucking bitter woman.”

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