He was simply my employer, a man who was always busy and with whom I had very few encounters while cooking for him, tending to his garden and looking after his house for virtually the whole of my life.
That was how I saw him, and it was one big lie.
The reality is twisted and disturbing.
Ivan Hamilton is a sick psychopath who bought an Omega to abuse her.
Men like him are the reason women like my mother are kidnapped every day.
There wouldn’t be a market for selling women if men weren’t lining up to buy.
Omegas are rare, precious creatures.
Even if I hadn’t learnt that from movies and TV shows, I heard the way guards and visitors would talk about Omegas. I knew that designation made them more desirable, to Alphas and Betas alike.
In the romantic movies, the Omega was always protected and cherished.
The reality of being an Omega couldn’t be further away from that ideal.
I should be thanking the fates that I’m a Beta.
My common designation saved me from suffering the same ordeal my mother went through.
I’m thankful for that mercy, but I can’t say I feel very lucky right at this moment.
It’s been a week since the Zeta visited my bedside; the one who brought me back sweet memories of my mother singing to me as a baby.
Those restored memories were precious gifts, but they’re all I have now.
My mother is gone.
If my father is alive, he’s not someone I want to ever meet.
Colleen is with her own family. It’s hard to picture what that looks like since she never spoke about where she came from. While we were together, I wasn’t aware that she was a captive. I’m happy she was released back to them now that I know, but it means I have no one.
Not one single person out in the world knows Robin Yates exists.
No one’s out there, waiting for me.
I’m alone.
Chapter Two
Falcon
You’re being psychotic.
Those three little words always make me stop and think about what I’m doing. My usual checklist doesn’t apply to this situation, but I force myself to quit pacing around and ask myself the questions anyway.
Are you angrier than you should be?
Fuck no.
I should be flipping out over this situation and all I’m doing is pacing around like a lunatic while I wait for my Alpha Alliance contact to answer his goddamn phone.
Have you taken a deep breath and reconsidered your reaction?
Despite myself, I take that deep breath now.
