Page 81 of One Flew Over the Omega's Nest: Part One
“Okay, fine. Then I’ll kill him because he touched your ass.”
I frown at him. “He didn’t touch my ass.”
My Russian giant merely grins. “Oh? I'm pretty sure I saw it. Didn’t you,Bratishka?” He elbows Hayden in the side, who nods seriously.
“Oh yeah. Totally.”
“Ms. Harding!” Brooks is calling out from across the room. “Dr. Whitmore and I need to speak to you!” West, who I hadn’t noticed before now, meets my eyes and shakes his head vehemently.
Shit.
“Cover for me!” I hiss at the guys, and then separately to Hayden, “Find me after.”
I don’t wait to see if they’re listening, I just rush through the crowd of other inmates, ducking and weaving as I make my escape.
Time to get to the abandoned wing and solve this Banesworth problem once and for all.
thirty-seven
West
Ihadn’t planned on coming to the fights tonight.
However, since Whitmore was making a point to show up, Brooks told me I had no choice. I sat in the back, pretending to watch and take notes while I was really just counting down the time until I could leave.
I told Brooks it was a bad idea to put my siren in the fights, but he didn’t care.
He never does.
Jo’s just finished making the alpha pass out, and Whitmore’s face is red with rage. “How did she do it?” he demands,spittle flying from his mouth. “Alphas are tactless brutes, and omegas are simpering fools! The science is there, so how the hell did she beat him?”
My colleagues mutter to themselves, quite possibly trying to figure out the same thing.
It probably wouldn’t be a good idea on my part to tell them that they’re a bunch of elitist, misogynistic assholes who know next to nothing about omegas or alphas outside of what they’ve read in their textbooks.
“We’ll get to the bottom of this,” Brooks promises. “Maybe she slipped him something, or maybe…” he leans down and speaks quietly in Whitmore’s ear so I can’t hear.
But…I know something was off tonight. Paige’s behavior especially was peculiar. They were all more aggressive than normal, but also less…coherent.
“Monroe!” Whitmore barks, and I go to his side immediately like the obedient dog I am. “You’re the omega’s psychologist, correct?”
“Yes, sir.” I swallow back my disdain for referring to this asshole with any sort of respect.
“What was she like at her last session? Shifty? Hiding something?” It’s clear from his tone he doesn’t see anything past his ideas of her designation.
“No.” I shake my head. “She was a little nervous about the fights, but no more or less than she should have been.”
Lies. She ignored me the entire time and read a book. But I can’t tell Whitmore that, or he’ll have her transferred to someone he can control.
Whitmore frowns. “Brooks, get her over here. I want to talk to the little bitch. She might be more useful in the lab.” The last sentence has my blood freezing, and I’m ninety-nine percent sure I wasn’t supposed to hear that part.
“Ms. Harding!” Brooks calls out, trying to cross the room to get to Jo. “Dr. Whitmore and I need to speak to you!” Her gaze meets mine, and before I know what I’m doing, I shake my head at her, hoping she gets the message. Her eyes widen in understanding, and she ducks behind Kole and Hayden.
“Wait, Ms. Harding!” Brooks shouts, his voice tinging with anger. “Dammit, Wright, get her!”
Jo’s head of red hair disappears into the crowd, and Sam looks around for a second before pointing to himself in confusion. “Me? Get who?” At the same time, Hayden slips a few steps away, bending over next to who I immediately recognize as Adela, Jo’s closest friend.
Adela listens to the alpha, then looks panicked for a moment before she reaches out and grabs the nearest ponytail she can, which just so happens to be Tilly.
