And the patches will still be working a little; the worst is yet to come. Internally, I am screaming.
“Hey, tour guide person!” Nathan snaps.
I grind my teeth and catch up with him. “Bonnie. My name is Bonnie. How can I help you?”
“Are you sure you know we’re going in the right direction?”
I study the landmarks. “Yep, he’s pretty much dead on.”
“Well, when are we going to get there?”
Get where? I’m not sure what he’s asking, but I’m frustrated with his continued aggression.
“We cover a lot of ground, but we’ll get to where we need to get in the right time.”
Nathan growls and stomps off, leaving me walking alone, but not for long. Rojer catches me and slows down. He’s been watching me for a few hours, but now he stares at me, and I recognise another hunter.
Wary, that’s how I feel around him.
“When were you going to announce to the group that you’re an omega?” He doesn’t ask quietly. He says it in ringing tones that let the entire park know what I am.
Everyone stops walking and turns towards us, though I’m relieved to see that the Prince pack is cautiously protective.
They won’t let the other alphas hurt me.
The fact that I am worried about that only cements my certainty that there is something wrong with this group.
“You’re a fucking omega? Oh, for fuck’s sake. Can this expedition to hell get any worse? Of all the fucked-up things, a bloody fucking omega.” Nathan’s furious face freezes before it collapses in an expression of outrage. “You don’t have a suppressant patch!” he accuses, pointing a furious finger at me.
I glare back at him. “Being an omega is a part of who I am, not a handicap.”
“It may as well be, flooding the air with pheromones that mess everyone’s minds up and turn alphas into puppets.”
I narrow my eyes and wait for him to run out of steam. I’ve discovered there is no point arguing with a hysterical alpha; they can’t hear anything.
“You’re really an omega?” Quincy asks.
He’s mildly impressed, I can see it, but I hope it’s for non-nefarious reasons.
“So, I’m an omega. So what? You think omegas can’t work?”
“Omegas shouldn’t work,” Kevin says coldly.
I roll my eyes. I’ve heard of alphas like this one; they are so backward in their beliefs that they can’t imagine an omega would even be able to exist without an alpha.
Rojer, who opened this can of worms, just stands with his arms crossed, watching Nathan implode.
Kevin isn’t happy, and Kendall looks like I’ve blown his puny, little beta mind.
Justin grumbles. “So what if she’s an omega? We still need to get home, so let’s go, or do you guys want to add another week to this disaster of a trip?”
His words hit the group hard, and they shift uncomfortably. It’s the truth, as much as they want to throw blame and carry on, I am the only one who can get them out.
The group of alphas and betas reluctantly start walking, but I can feel that the air around us is charged now; the tension which I’d begun to ease is back threefold.
I study Rojer’s back, wondering why exactly he did that. Is he the one who is sabotaging this trip?
I shake my head. The questions remain, and I have no answers. I knew the alphas would be unhappy with an omega here, but the outright hostility surprises me.
