Page 40 of One Flew Over the Omega's Nest: Part One
Huffing a breath through my nose, I glare at him.
He stares right back at me, before sighing again and gathering me in his arms. My cheek rests against his chest even as my own arms stay crossed in front of me. His tobacco scent fills me with comfort, something I could never say about Daddy. "C'mon, Jojo. Go easy on me. I just got you, and I can't stand the thought of you being in so much danger. You may not be my omega, but you're family, and my alpha is raging at me that I'm supposed to keep you safe."
Safe. Have I ever been safe? In the two years since Declan found me in Daddy's trailer and set it on fire, he's trained me. Taken my rage and taught me how to direct it. He helped me find out what happened to Mabel.
There's no way she killed those alphas.
Looking up at him, I nod. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to have him watching over me while I make the kills necessary to send me to where they're holding my sister. "Alright, but only the first two, and that's it."
He leaves me to get ready, and I slip into my clothes, all black, as well as a balaclava to hide my face. The alpha who raped and murdered thirteen year-old Sylvie Benson will never see me coming—son of the Mayor or not.
Beep…beep…beep…
Fuck. Why does my head hurt?
Beep…beep…beep…
And what the hell is that sound? Did I…did the alert setting on my alarm get changed?
I want to open my eyes, but I can't. The last thing I remember was falling asleep with Hayden in my bed…but his smoky pepper scent is nowhere to be found. His scent…fuck.
Flashes of me following him back to his room so I could switch our bedding around come to mind, and I groan internally. I've always been a shit omega, andnowis when my instincts decide to rear their ugly head?
After switching our bedding, I convinced him to not wash the jumpsuit he came in and let me take it instead…then I rushed back to my room and…shit.
I started making a nest. Using his comforter, briefs, and jumpsuit, and then…nothing. I don't remember a single thing.
Maybe I'm still in my room, and the nest-induced sleep is so good I'm having a hard time coming out of it.
But I can't smell him anymore. If I was in my room, my nose would be buried in his comforter, and my head wouldn't be pounding.
"We must've messed something up in the injection yesterday," a male voice mutters quietly. Is that…Dr. Brooks? My fingers twitch, rough fabric brushing against my skin. Am I in a hospital bed? Slowly, I become aware that there's something keeping my wrists in place. I must be cuffed to the bed railing.
Again.
"Yes, unfortunately." Another male voice answers. One that I've never heard before. "I wonder why her omega was able to break through so quickly. We'll have to keep an eye on that, but it seems that her scent is under control now, and we didn't even have to usean external scent blocker. We're one step closer to figuring out how to completely nullify her omega, and in turn, alphas."
His words…did I hear him right? Did he say he wanted tonullifyomegas? That's not what they told me the shot was going to do. They said they just wanted to subdue our instincts.
Now that I'm thinking about it though, he's right. Something happened when I saw Tilly with her hands all over Hayden and my omega lost her mind. It was like a wall had shattered in my mind, or a cage had broken. Is this what they're doing to everyone else too?
The voice I don't recognize keeps going. "We'll have to notify Senator Kinsley right away that we've made some progress. Take whatever I've given her and make it the correct ratio for the Vasiliev bastard. See if it finally takes hold."
My hand moves again at the mention of Kole, twitching under the feel of stiff tape on the back of my hand. Assholes stuck a needle in me.
Both voices halt, and I have a distinct feeling they noticed my hand twitch. So, I make a show of yawning, finally try to open my eyes again, and I don't have to pretend to wince at the bright lights above me.
"Ah, Jo, you're awake." Doctor Brooks has moved to stand over me, looking across my body with a clinical eye.
"What…what happened, Doc?" I croak out, trying to sit up. “We gotta stop meetin’ like this.”
"It seems that our instinct tamping drug…wore off early," he says with a tight smile, and I don't miss the fact that he went back to saying "tamping" instead of "nullifying". "Mr. Pierce found you in your room, unconscious, and brought you to us. He was quite panicked. It looked like you had been trying to build a nest."
I frown, pretending like I have no idea what he's talking about. "A nest? Doc, I've never had a proper nest in my life."
The owner of the second voice steps into my vision. "Be that as it may, Josephine, we removed several items from your room that belonged to Mr. Pierce." The man in question, another beta, stares down at me with a judgmental look on his face. He looks to be around his early fifties, with black hair graying at his temples. He might be handsome if the sneer on his face didn't make him so ugly.
"No offense, Mr…?" I raise a brow, knowing he's obviously a doctor but wanting to make him a bit miffed.
