Page 54 of One Flew Over the Omega's Nest: Part One
“Late?” I frown. “Late for what?”
“There is more I will tell you later, but…the instinct inhibitors do not work on me. I am in full possession of my alpha. They run tests on me—no, don’t do that.” He chastises as a small growl leaves me. “I will explain tomorrow, yes? Before I leave,Lisichka, please tell me what Lars said to you yesterday.”
I gulp, hating how the memory of the words makes me want to vomit. But...I know that he doesn’t think I’m weak. I can tell him. “He…” I take a deep breath. “He told me that if he didn’t have the instinct inhibitor injection every week, he'd bite and bond me whether I liked it or not, and he'd keep me quiet with a dick down my throat and my hands tied behind my back."
Kole’s eyes go dark. “He will regret saying that to you.”
“Pretty sure he already does.” I laugh weakly. “I think I did some permanent damage to his alpha-jewels.”
Kole kisses me again, quick and rough, before he pulls back, his pupils blown. Not in lust, but in rage.
“Then he will regret it even more.” He nods once. “Go back out that door and go straight to your room, yes?”
I’m not usually a fan of alphas bossing me around, but when Kole does it? It damn near makes my knees weak.
When I nod, he kisses my temple in a strangely intimate gesture, then disappears down the hall.
It’s not until I make it back to my room that I think about Kole’s story and how he ended up here. It makes me wonder if the experiments they’re doing on Kole might have anything to do with what this place is doing to my sister.
twenty-four
West
The light of the moon illuminates the forest, and I stare out into the trees, completely on edge. Really, Sam and I could have had this meeting in one of our rooms, but there’s always a risk that someone could have bugged our quarters. I’m surrounded by oak trees a quarter mile from the front gates of the facility, near a marked stump that the two of us designated as our meeting place last year.
An entire year and we still don’t have what we need to take this place down. I keep telling Sam that we need to stop playing it safe, but then he oh-so-helpfully points out that I’m the one who called him in, and if I knew what I was doing, I wouldn’t have needed him to begin with.
He’s lucky I like him, because he’s been a bit of an asshole recently. Especially with his recent attitude change concerning Jo. The way he told her maybe getting the shit beat out of her would make her stay out of trouble? It pissed me the fuck off.
If it had been any other patient, he would have stayed silent, just like he was supposed to. Then again, if it hadn’t been Jo, he never would have threatened Banesworth to step aside so he could sit in instead.
Banesworth is already a problem, with the way he treats the patients here. I don’t like how interested he is in Jo. He watches her too closely, with predatory intent. I know Sam has noticed too, so it’s something I’ll have to bring up to him tonight.
Among other things.
Looking back, I can’t believe it took finding out that the omegas transferred weren’t actually arriving at their destinations to make me ask more questions and call Sam.
A leaf crunches behind me, and I turn to see the alpha himself walking up, his black hoodie thrown on over his scrubs.
“We need to talk,” Sam says gruffly, his hands stuffed in the front pocket.
I give him a look, motioning to the fact that we are literally meeting in the woods. “No shit, Sherlock.”
He grunts. “Fuck off. I mean…not just about the mission. It’s abouthertoo.”
Her. I don’t have to ask who he means, because undoubtedly he’s referring to the same omega that we’ve both become obsessed with over the last week. I can blame it on being fascinated by the circumstances of her arrest all I want, he and I both know there’s more to it.
“Let’s start with business,” I decide, crossing my arms.
“Well, I found a door in the abandoned wing. Or, should I say, Jo found a door.” My brows shoot up. What the hell was Jo doing in theabandoned wing? He keeps going. “I followed her.” He sounds a little embarrassed by it. “I just wanted to see what she was doing, because she purposely riled up Linda Vermelli so she could sneak out of the game room unnoticed. I followed behind at a safe distance—but I did hear her muttering to herself something about ghosts and possession.” He rolls his eyes but there’s a certain fondness to his tone that’s hard to miss. “She tripped, and somehow triggered some kind of mechanism that moved a book case on the opposite wall. Someone started coming before she could investigate, but after she left, I did. I don’t know who has access to it, but it’s suspicious as hell.”
Clearly this is something that only Brooks’ most trusted are let in on. Which Sam and I aren’t. They don’tdistrustus, I’m sure, but we’re too nice to the patients here to be considered for Brooks’ inner circle.
I frown. “Do you think Jo is working for someone?”
“If she is, she’s working for people whose interests align with ours,” Sam admits, running a hand through the scruff on his jaw. In all my years knowing Sam, I’ve never seen him this…invested in someone.
And I’ve known him since fifth grade, when he transferred to my school after my dad hired his…He was quiet. Hard. Different from the rest of the preppy boys at my rich school. When he came across some of them bullying me, he taught them a lesson with his fists.
