Where was my Omega?
Chapter 27
Icouldn’t stop fiddling with the seat belt since Sonia, the front-desk Beta, started telling me what happened while I’d been blissfully unaware in the back of the club.
The way Sonia explained it, they’d been desperate. Whatever had happened had left an impression on her because she kept asking me how I made Alphas ‘sprung’ like that. It took me a moment to figure out what she meant by the American colloquialism.
All I could do was sit like a stunned deer as she chattered on. I felt bad, like I’d caused it, but I knew it was stupid of me. I didn’t control their behavior.
But the pain they must be feeling . . .
I hurt for them. The Demi discovery must have been a slap in the face. A crumpling of the belief system they’d been functioning on.
“We had to call authorities so they’d leave the premises.”
Their anger had to be because of the loss of money. But that wasn’t my problem; I hadn’t chosen to be sold to them. Nor had they had to purchase an Omega from abroad.
Sonia rolled up to the front of a large building. Brown bricks made the structure blend in with the dark sky. Inside, fluorescent lighting spilled through the brightly lit lobby.
I unbuckled the seat belt of Sonia’s nice, expensive-smelling car.
“If you tell them about your little Alpha stalker problem, they might be able to file a restraining order. If they’ve already hurt you, you can also press charges.” I appreciated the advice, but I just wanted to put them behind me.
“If there’s anything I can do to thank you for your help?—”
“Nope, you’re good.” I hesitated with the door slightly open. I didn’t like the feeling of owing someone. “But I am sleepy, so . . .”
“Right.” I cleared my throat and got out of her car. “Thank you again.”
I closed the door, and she peeled away, leaving me in eerie silence. No one was around. The parking lot was utterly silent. I rubbed my arms against the chill. Her car had been nice and warm, making the cold more prominent. Fog stretched past the lot, blanketing the cement. Creepy. I turned to face the building and reached for the door handle. It didn’t budge.
I pressed my hands against the glass, checking if anyone was on the other side, but it was empty. My throat felt too clogged. I stepped away from the window and saw the business hours listed in white. It didn’t open until eight.
There was also a number for after-hours aid . . . but I didn’t have a phone.Fuck. I tucked my hair behind my ear.
Four hours wasn’t too bad of a wait.
I perched against the decorative stone framing the doors. This was not the outfit I should have chosen for today. I rubbedmy arms protected only by a thin long-sleeved shirt. Weights seemed to have taken up residence on my eyelids. I stifled a yawn.
I didn’t know how long I managed to remain propped and dozing against the stone. If my Scent Matches had wanted me, I would have been in their arms, warm in their big house and toasty bed. But no, I refused to be a consolation prize. They had to figure out their Demi situation, and I wasn’t hanging around for that more than I already had.
The world tilted, and I managed to jerk awake and catch myself before hitting the ground.
I shivered, struggling to stay aware.
If I just . . . I lowered to sit on the cement, leaning back against the stone. This was more comfortable than my last position.
I’d just rest my eyes for a bit.
“Miss?”The persistent voice wouldn’t leave me alone. A tremble coursed through my body and I tried to move, but my eyes refused to open. “Miss!” I groaned, and the female voice sighed with relief. “Thank God.”
Somehow I managed to open my crusty-feeling eyes. Sunlight spilled over the parking lot that was slowly beginning to fill with cars. A woman stared at me, her short gray hair close to her scalp. She didn’t look old, nor necessarily young, and her scent indicated an Omega designation. A name tag pinned to her shirt said Bertha.
I shoved to my feet and brushed my skirt down. My ass had been on the cement, leaving it freezing cold.
“Sorry. I arrived too early, and I didn’t have a phone to contact anyone.” I cut myself off, shivering.
She eyed me from my ballet flats to the dirt staining my legs and skirt. “Let’s get you inside,” she said with a soft smile.
