4
Halo
“Where, where could it be…”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as Silas continued talking to himself. Despite being obviously lost, the idiot alpha kept acting like he knew exactly where he was going and that he knew the Cinderhollow wilderness like the back of his hand. Yeah, right.
“I could have sworn it…”
Unable to take it any longer, I rattled my chains passive-aggressively and said, “Lost, Silas?”
He glared at me over his shoulder. “Watch your tongue, omega. Don’t forget that you’re still my prisoner.”
With the handcuffs and chains, how could I forget?
But Silas still held my daughter Angel in his arms. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t put a single toe out of line. Not until she was safe. The moment my drained magic returned, I was going to turn Silas into a burning crisp and spit on his ashes.
Silas grumbled to himself and jerked on the chain, hauling me behind him. I scowled. He had some nerve treating me this way. The furious part of me knew that if I was an alpha, he wouldn’t dare use such demeaning displays and force. But as a lowly omega, what did I know? All I was good for was popping out kids and doing what I was told.
Bunch of fucking idiots, is what alphas are…
“Ah! Finally,” Silas said, beaming with satisfaction. I paused my murderous thoughts to survey the scene. In front of us stood an old, rickety cabin, probably abandoned ages ago.
“This is what you were excited to find?” I mumbled.
Silas ignored me. He fumbled with a key in his pocket only to discover that the lock on the door was broken. “I suppose that’s to be expected after all these years,” he said to himself.
He frowned at it before pocketing the key and pushing through the door. I wasn’t thrilled about following him into a musty old cabin, but I didn’t have much of a choice.
At least it was a roof over our heads. While Silas examined the place, I fantasized about murdering him with a rock and taking over the cabin. That would have been funny.
“Everything seems to be in order,” Silas muttered to himself. Distracted, he placed Angel on the floor. She had been half-asleep, and when suddenly put on the ground, she fell over. It was only a slight stumble but it filled me with boiling rage.
“Hey!” I snapped. “If you’re not gonna let me out of these cuffs, then do a better job of watching my kid!”
To my surprise, Silas’s eyes widened and he quickly bent over to pick up Angel before placing her in an old child carrier on top of a chair in the corner of the room. “There.”
I growled. Testing what I could get away with, I commented, “It’s all dusty. She’ll get sick.”
Frowning, Silas picked her up again and swept the dust away with his hands. When I shook my head, he grabbed a damp cloth and cleaned it up further, grumbling about it. Then he set her down gently in the carrier and buckled her up.
I narrowed my eyes. Why did Silas care so much? If he wanted to kill me like I thought, why didn’t he just do so instead of chaining me up and taking care of my daughter?
“She’s too far from me,” I complained now. “I need to be closer to her.”
Silas glared at me but wordlessly complied. He tied the chain to the arm of the chair. My mobility was still limited, but I was by my daughter’s side and could at least hold her hand.
Then I realized something. The carrier Angel was inside wasn’t any old carrier - it washers.From four hundred years ago. It looked slightly worse for wear after a few centuries, but it was definitely the same one - it even had her name embroidered in the fabric. My heart stung with bitterness when I recalled that Kass was the one who did that.
Did Silasstealthat from our home?
Silas was hovering over me with a nasty glare.
“There. Now be quiet, omega,” Silas growled.
“Yes, sir,” I muttered.
He didn’t seem to notice that my comment was sarcastic. By his expression and motions, I could tell Silas was distracted. I needed to squeeze more information out of him. There was too much I didn’t know, and I hated being left in the dark.
