That doesn’t mean that I haven’t stopped making plans for how the fuck we are meant to get out of here.
I have been working at the bond in my chest that connects me to Olis.
At night, I have exhausted myself by mentally reaching out to him. By day, I have been the sweet Omega, luring Scott into a false sense of security.
He believes that he has won, yet again.
I see it in the way he watches me. There is this hint of elation as he struts through the house.
If I knew it wouldn't lead to further abuse, I would laugh.
Since seeing what a true Alpha looks like, it baffles me that I was ever terrified of him and his dead pack.
They are weak.
While Scott has managed to somehow hide what he did from the Durans, he is still pitiful in comparison.
In a one-on-one fight, there is no doubt who would win.
The only way that Scott was able to even snatch Amity and I in the first place was because he sold his soul to the Demons.
The moment I saw the cut of the Alpha that walked into the cabin one night with Scott, I knew it was never just him.
He had help from the deadliest motorcycle gang in the country.
I shouldn’t be surprised that he is working with them. What Scott is able to give them though is still unbeknown to me.
Before their deaths, the Andrews pack had owned a semi-successful telecommunications business. It was why they were so desperate to marry into my family.
They needed a way to secure their position in society. My family and I were just collateral on their way to the top.
Another gift, besides the abuse, was the front row access to the boasting of a dozen Omega murders.
“You thought you were so clever, didn’t you?” Scott snarls, getting right into my face as some kind of intimidation technique. I try to pull against the rope holding me hostage but it doesn’t budge, it just burns the fuck out of me. I grit my teeth against the pain, refusing to show weakness.
“But you can’t run from me. You aremine.”
I shiver at the emphasis he puts on the final word in his statement. He doesn’t miss my reaction, chuckling and standing to his full height. I curse myself at showing my hand so early. Trauma that I thought I had buried deep rears its head, wreaking havoc over my system.
“I knew that I would get your attention with the other Omegas.”
I feel all of the color drain from my face, yet again.
“You didn’t,” I whisper as the first tear falls down my cheek. There’s no way that the Omega killer is him.
It can’t be.
But as he nods his head, a sadistic look on his face, I know that I am naive in my belief.
“Of course itis me,” he laughs, crossing his arms over his chest that he has puffed out in pride. “You didn’t think that you could just get away with trying to kill me, did you?”
When I don’t answer, Scott laughs, the sound chilling me to my very core.
“God, you are so fucking stupid. You and your entire designation.”
I stare blankly, unable to allow myself to even dip a toe into the turmoil that I know would consume me if I let it.
Those Omegas died because of me.
