Page 34 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
Stupid hand.
I guess it’s my way of trying to ease him through the pain since he didn’t want the painkillers.
I lean to the side, trying to see his expression to gauge where he’s at. His eyelids are fluttering, like he’s fighting to stay conscious.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, his lips barely moving.
I freeze. Is he apologizing for lying to me? For being sloppy and getting caught?
“I—I can help you,” he breathes out, under his breath. His eyes flutter shut. “We can help you. Just—just trust us.”
He slumps forward even further. His words leave me reeling, so it takes me a bit to realize it’s because he was unconscious.
Who was he talking about? Who’s the “we” he mentioned? Whoever he’s working for?
I take an unsteady step backward. My heart tugs as I pack up my stuff and get ready to leave. There’s a stupid, naive, idiotic part of my brain that’s screaming at me to wake him up and demand an explanation for what he’s talking about.
There’s also another stupid part of me that doesn’t want him to die.
But I can’t do anything. I’m just an omega in a world run by crazy, psychotic alphas. I have a family to feed, I can’t just stick my neck out for anyone.
I glance at my phone. Shit, I’m late. I’ve got to get back to the club and get ready for work.
My heels clickon the hallway floor as I hurry down the hall. Fuck, hopefully, Theo doesn’t complain about how I was late.
I don’t get the impression he’d do that, but with how shitty my day has been and how big Obsidian’s betrayal felt, I wouldn’t be surprised if he did.
“Sorry I’m late,” I say as I push the door open. I freeze as the door clicks shut behind me, Theo’s scent hitting me like a truck.
I’ve been doing a lot of freezing today. Not my normal MO.
Theo whirls around. It looks like he’s been pacing a hole in the carpet in front of the bed. I’ve spent a decent amount of time with him over the past few weeks and not once has he seemed angry.
He’s pissed right now. So angry it has me taking a step back, a wave of unease rolling through me.
“What’s—what’s going on?” I say, my back hitting the door behind me.
Theo whirls around, his gaze frantic. “Thank fucking god you’re here.” He steps forward and grips my shoulders, his gaze darting back and forth between my eyes. “Where were you?”
“Hey, what’s going on? Is everything alright?”
His jaw tenses and he struggles to take a deep breath before he leans forward. He rests his forehead against the door above me, effectively pinning me against the door.
“Answer the question,” he whispers, his voice low. “Please.”
“I—I can’t tell you that.” I rest my hand against his chest. I don’t know whether it’s so I can try pushing him away or to try and comfort him.
“Where is Obsidian?”
My blood turns to ice. For the second time today, I feel a sinking feeling of betrayal.
This seriously cannot be happening.
“What did you just say?” I croak out.
“You heard me,” he says, pulling back. I see the pain in his expression, the worry, bordering on terror.
I shove at his chest, needing space. Needing air that doesn’t smell like smoked cardamom and safety. Because he isn’t safe. Not him. Not Obsidian. Why the hell did I think I was safe with these two? They’re alphas and all alphas have their own agendas they’ll do anything to fulfill.
