“Honey, are you in some sort of trouble? We could help you,” the ‘good’ cop asks.
I might be a lot of things, but a complete idiot isn’t one of them, despite the way I’m currently dressed and my behavior as of late. We will definitely blame all of my delusions on just being an Omega under a high-stress situation.
Besides the fact that I’ve made my decision, the last thing I would do is trust the government. An unclaimed, no family in sight Omega in the hands of officials? Sounds like a worse fate than the one I currently find myself in. Which, if I’m being honest, isn’t so bad. God, I feel stupid for taking Finn’s keys.
“It’s my boyfriend’s car, Finn O’Brien. We had a little fight.”
They both swallow, and one of the cops opens the passenger’s door to pull out the registration. When he realizes I’m not lying, he swallows thickly.
“Do you have an ID on you?” he asks, and I shake my head. He sighs, knowing that if I’m telling the truth, he’d be in far more trouble if he took me in than calling the man himself. I wonder if these guys are on his payroll, or if the O’Brien’s are more infamous than I realized.
“Then I suppose we should give Mr. O’Brien a call.”
I roll my eyes and round the car, opening the driver’s side door. “I’ll just wait in here until we get this squared away.”
Neither of them gives me shit, and I can’t deny that I like the way it feels to be attached to powerful men; it’s something I’ve grown accustomed to. It’s definitely something I wouldn’t get if I ran away to find a pack in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. I hate that liking status is a hard habit to kick, but I suppose I don’t have to in the grand scheme of things.
While the officer makes some phone calls, I think of all the ways I can torture my men to get back into my good graces.
25
FINN
I resetthe alarms and sigh out in relief as I watch her drive like a bat out of hell down the driveway.
I know there’s no point in lying when the guys ask where she went, but I don’t really give a fuck.
I couldn’t have her here anymore. I was on the verge of doing something stupid, like finally giving in.
The way she looked at me when I was in the middle of the ring made me sick to my stomach. I’ve been nothing but a complete asshole to her, and yet shestillcares. I guess she’s pre-programed to as my scent match, but that just makes everything worse.
Her sticky, sweet vanilla scent still clings to me. Some primitive part of me wants to get up and chase her, bring her back to this house, and claim her.
But the rational part of me couldn’t be more thrilled that she’s gone and that I’ll never have her scent around me ever again. She deserves better than anything I could ever give her anyway.
I don’t have it in me to care for someone like that again and for them to be ripped away from me. It’s far too common in this life, and I witnessed it firsthand.
Flashbacks of Fiona covered in blood and gasping on the ground fill my drunken brain, and I groan. I wince as I wipe a hand down my bruised face.
It was selfish; I know it was selfish to send her away. To push my brother’s scent match away from him, but I never claimed to be anything other than a self-important asshole.
He’ll get over it, or he won’t, and he’ll finally have a small glimpse of how I’ve suffered all these years. How I’ll continue to suffer all of the following years with Elena gone. She’ll find some nice pack, one who treats her right and doesn’t lock her in rooms or act like she’s making them suffer.
Elena has fire in her, she’s a survivor, she’ll be fine.
At least, it’s what I tell myself as this unfamiliar sense of guilt fills my body. I’m not used to the sensation, maybe it’s all the alcohol and painkillers. I wanted her gone, out of my head, and to stop consuming all these thoughts I can’t push away.
It’s a dangerous world for Omegas, especially one that smells as good as Elena does. It doesn’t hurt that she’s also one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.
I truly meant it when I told her that I hate myself. I don’t deserve an Omega, I had to let her go before I ruined both of our lives. Sullying her by keeping her tied to me would be the worst fate I could imagine for her.
I’m a shell of the man I once was, and I feel like everyone would be better off without me sometimes. It’s probably why I do everything in my power to act like I’m keeping this family afloat; because if they realized how pathetic I truly am, maybe I’d just end it all.
God, I need another drink and a Percocet. Maybe I’ll toss in an Ambien, too, and test my luck.
Footsteps pound against the stairs and I wince at the way my head thunders from the sound. I sigh at the inevitable grating voice that’s going to ruin my self-loathing stupor.
“Where the fuck is she?” Declan demands.
