Page 237 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
I run my hands down her body, ignoring the blood that’s smearing along her skin. She’s in nothing but a thin, flimsy hospital gown.
“Did they hurt you?” I growl, my voice low.
She swallows hard before she shakes her head.
“N—no, not really. They were going to, but—but you guys got here in time.”
“I mean, from the looks of things, it looks like you were able to hold your own just fine,” Theo says, letting out a sharp laugh.
She flinches at Theo’s words, burying her face into my chest.
“Can—can we get out of this room?” She whispers, her voice strained. “I don’t—I don’t?—”
“Fuck,” I curse under my breath.
How could I forget how much she hates blood?
“Let’s get you out of here.”
She offers a strained smile as she glances up at me.
“Thank you, Killian.”
“Anything for you, Princess.”
I haul her into my arms, carrying her bridal style. I’m careful to hold the back of the hospital gown closed.
“W—wait,” She says, resting a hand against my chest. She glances over at Stone and down to one of the bodies on the floor. “I—I have something important to tell you. To tell all of you.”
“You’ve just been through something terrible, you don’t have to share anything right now,” Stone says. “Let’s get you back home and cleaned up?—”
“No, it’s important. This—this whole operation is much bigger than we thought,” She insists. “NovacurePharmaceuticals. They’re the ones in charge of this whole operation. I—I killed the son of the CEO in there.”
Stone and Milo instantly pull out their phones, probably to figure out what to do with this new information.
“Holy fuck, you found that out while you were being kept captive?” Theo asks, his eyes wide.
Reyna nods.
“Wow,” he breathes out. “That’s our girl.”
“This place—this place makes the enhancement drugs that’ve been hitting the market from—from?—”
I can’t take it anymore. It seems that Reyna can’t tear her eyes away from the bodies on the floor and the blood splattered everywhere. I don’t blame her, but I can feel in the way her body starts trembling again that she shouldn’t be in here.
She can tell her story out in the hallway.
I take a few steps out of the room, the rest of the pack following my lead with nods of acknowledgement.
“From the other omegas being kept here at the compound?” Theo says, finishing Reyna’s sentence.
“Y—yes,” she nods, gripping my arm as her eyes widen with excitement. “Have you found the girls?”
“We’ve started finding some,” Stone nods. “We have the police force and the Ward Security team going through the entire compound.”
“Can—can you tell them to look for a specific girl? Mira—Mirabelle. She’s really pale, red hair and—and—” Her expression crumples. “I think she was ‘sent away,’ whatever that means.”
“I’ll tell the other men to look for her,” Stone says, his expression as soft and reassuring as he can make it, given the fact we’re surrounded by an illegal drug-making bunker. “You can tell us the rest of the story when we get you checked out to make sure you’re alright, okay? You’ve done more than enough, Wildflower. You don’t have to do everything.”
