Page 35 of One Flew Over the Omega's Nest: Part One
I smile, shaking my head as I carry the bowl of cubed potatoes to him. "You goin' soft on me, Fuzz?" Fuzzy, apparently, used to be part of a very dangerous criminal organization—not that he'll tell me what it is. He's just a big ol' softy though.
"Jojo, I'm serious," he grumbles, as grouchy as ever. "If they catch awhiffof anything pack related…" He shakes his head. "It's not worth it. Do what you came to do and get out."
My heart lurches in my chest, my blood going cold.
…How could he know? I quickly glance up, noting again the lack of cameras in the kitchen but double checking just to be sure. I really don't want to have to kill Fuzzy, but…
Fuck. How did he find out? Maybe he onlysuspects…"I don't know what—"
"Declan says hi." He gives an uncharacteristic chuckle. "Man, I really had you shittin' your pants there for a second." Relief has my shoulders slumping, but my heart rate is still going a million miles a minute. Fucking Declan. He has more fingers in this pot than I realized.
"Dammit, Fuzzy!" I smack his arm. "I thought I was gonna have to kill you!"
He barks a laugh. "I'd like to see you try."
Shaking my head, I will my heart rate to slow down. Okay. That's one ally I know I have for sure.
Breakfast is delicious, and I stifle the moan at the cheesy potato casserole I helped prep this morning. Adela chuckles at me. "I'm glad to see you eating. I was worried when you didn't come to dinner last night. Hayden was asking about you too." She gives me a knowing look.
I roll my eyes, taking a small bit of casserole and putting it in my pocket, smiling when I feel Turnip take it from me. Until I find out the facility's rules on…pets, it's probably best she stays out of sight in common areas.
"Y'all are worse than mother hens," I complain, idly wondering if that's why Sam snuck into my room last night. My eyes wander around the full cafeteria, and I try not to let it sting that Kole is sitting at a table by himself, as far away from me as humanly possible. I had thought, after he purred for me that maybe…ugh.
It doesn't matter, it's better this way anyway. No distractions. Like Fuzzy said, get what I'm here for and get out.
My gaze catches on Sam, standing across the room with his eyes firmly on me. As far as he knows, I have no idea he was in my room last night. Maybe I should fuck with him a little bit.
The wink I shoot his way and the kiss I blow seem to do the job, because even though he rolls his eyes, his cheeks turn a cute shade of pink.
"Fireball." The blonde alpha who haunted my dreams last night slides into the seat across from me, cutting off my view of Sam.
"Hayden," I say tightly, stabbing more casserole onto my fork. He's like a physical reminder of why I can't give in to the urges writhing in me. I'm here to get my sister, nothing else.
Does it bother me that I can't scent his smoky pepper scent when his hazel eyes look at me with such intensity?
Dammit. I'm not gonna answer that.
He stares at me for a minute, then clears his throat when it becomes obvious I'm not about to say anything. "I think…I think we should talk about what happened yesterday."
I smile sweetly. "Hayden, Darlin', what is there to talk about? I put my tongue in your mouth, I didn't ask you to marry me."
Adela chokes on her orange juice, and I absent-mindedly pat her back while meeting Hayden's shocked gaze. The words are like acid on my tongue, and I hate saying them, but it's for the best. I'm leaving as soon as I can figure out what happened with Mabel, and I don't need to jeopardize anything by letting Brooks see any connections forming.
Before Hayden can say anything, there's another girl, a beta, sitting next to him. "Hayden, baby, what are you doing tonight?" Despite my statement implying I have no claim on him, her words have me grinding my jaw. IknewSam was lying when he said Hayden didn't take hookups to the abandoned wing. "Can it be me?" She giggles, andI want to rip the arm off of her that's going for his shoulder as she leans into him.
He tries to scoot away. "Ah. Tilly, that's not—" A strangled sound leaves him as her hand goes to his lap, and I don't have X-ray vision or anything, but there's only one piece of him she could have touched that would have him makingthatsound.
Something snaps in me. Suddenly, the muted scent of Hayden's stressed out pheromones hit me, and my omega peeks her eyes open.
Myalpha.
My alpha is in danger.
"Get your hands off him." I growl, my voice low and dangerous. My fingers itch to reach for my blade, but I can't be taken out by the orderlies before she gets what’s coming to her.
She turns to me with a sneer. "And who the fuck are you?" Her hand isn't in his lap anymore, but she still has her other one on his arm as he tries to gingerly push her away. He's far too polite. Luckily, I have no such issues.
"Tilly, get off me—" Hayden says, looking at me with wide eyes and clearly seeing the murder in them.
