Page 5 of The Omega's Savior

He hands me a swipe card he pulls out from the conscious guard, despite his protests. I swipe it against the control panel to the side of the door and the lock clicks open.

I had a bad feeling about what was behind the door, but not even that prepared me for what I saw when I opened it.

“Holy fuck,” I say under my breath.

The first thing that hits me is the sight of the girl on the floor, blood spread out underneath her head, her shirt torn and her chest barely moving.

The second is her intoxicating scent of mangoes, which is still strong underneath the metallic smell of her blood.

It’s a scent that has the world falling away. Who knew mangoes would make everything but the floor in this room absolutely disappear? All that exists in my universe right now is her.

I walk in and kneel down beside her, brushing her red hair away from her face.

The face of my fated mate.

She’s absolutely gorgeous, even under the blood and the bruising that’s starting to show up on her face.

“What’s going on?” Brandon asks.

“There’s an omega,” I answer, picking her up into my arms. She groans as I move her, her breaths speeding up. Even while she’s unconscious, I can smell the sourness of her stress. “She’s hurt pretty bad.”

“Holy shit,” he gasps when he catches sight of the omega in my arms.

My gaze instantly narrows down on the conscious guard. I feel my hackles rise and the muscles in my neck grow tight.

“What the fuck is this,” I growl, my dominance radiating throughout the entire hall. “Why do you have an omega here when this warehouse is only supposed to have your drug supply?”

“I—I can’t tell you,” He stutters, his eyes going wide.

“You fucking better,” I snarl. “Or else this is going to get real fucking ugly.”

“They—they’ll kill me if I tell you!”

“I don’t fucking care. Spill it,” I bark, waves of dominance pouring from me.

He opens his mouth and starts talking instantly. I don’t usually use my bark on anyone, really. It never sat right with me, being able to force people less dominant to do what I told them to, but I don’t have any issues doing this here.

I’d do anything for my mate.

“She wasn’t picked up like the other girls. She was sold to the boss and so he didn’t want to keep her with the other omegas. He used this place for omegas that already have a buyer or for the special ones.”

Once he’s done talking, his head drops down to his chest. But that’s not my problem right now.

I look down at the face of my mate. Even in her sleep, her eyebrows are furrowed in stress. My chest twists at the sight, especially since me throwing around my bark and being all pissed didn’t fucking help with the stress she’s probably feeling.

Sold to this trafficking ring though. Fuck. That’s horrible. Who would do that to her?

I don’t care who did that to her, they’re never going to hurt her again, not if I have anything to say about it.

“Hey, man,” Brandon asks, putting a hand on my shoulder. “You good?”

“I have to go get her to a hospital,” I say under my breath.

“That’s not answering the question,” he says, his hand on my shoulder preventing me from leaving this godforsaken building like I want to right now.

“She’s my mate,” I hiss. “Let me go, she needs help.”

His hand drops my shoulder as if it burned him. He just curses under his breath. “Go, I’ll take care of this.”

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