Chapter 87 Ty
TY
The soft glow of the moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle radiance over Liza’s face.
She’d been sleeping fitfully, but for the first time in hours, she looked peaceful.
Carefully, I covered her with a warm, plush blanket, hoping not to wake her.
I’d been by her side for a solid hour, rubbing her back and trying to calm her down.
She hadn’t wanted to leave after her meltdown, and it didn’t felt right to return to the estate against her wishes—not when she was in such a vulnerable state—so we stayed, and the comfort and familiarity of her childhood home seemed to have helped.
I pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. Everything in me wanted to protect her, to keep her from these external threats as well as the ones inside her, but I was failing.
Turning away, I closed the door behind me with a soft click and walked down the dimly lit hallway toward the living room where Liza’s parents were waiting. They turned their worried gazes at me.
“Thank you, Ty,” Liza’s mom said softly as I took a seat across from them on an old, worn armchair. “You’ve been so gentle with her. It’s astonishing how you were able to approach her when she was in that trance-like state and bring her out of it.”
I sighed, rubbing my temples. “I’m glad I can help her in any way, but I wish it wouldn’t happen at all.
Unfortunately, no one seems to understand what’s going on with her.
We went to see a therapist who’s working with her on controlling her triggers, but I’m not sure if it’s making any difference. It all seems to be escalating.”
Scott, Liza’s dad, leaned forward and narrowed his eyes on me. “There has to be someone out there who knows about omegas. It can’t all be myth and legend. There must be people from other packs who have some experience, even if it’s secondhand. We need to find them so they can help our girl.”
“I guess it’s possible.” I nestled into the plush armchair, letting my own body relax after helping Liza recover from her latest flare. “You would think with all the media attention, someone with sound knowledge about their existence and capabilities would have reached out to us by now.”
Rory spoke up. “I’m not sure that’s necessarily true, Ty.
The elders, the old ones in the packs may have heard stories firsthand from their parents or grandparents about the powers of the omega.
We know they existed, but can you imagine what it would have been like?
Just look at all the attention Liza got.
Granted, things are different today with the internet and social media, reports spread so much faster, but if even half the legends are accurate, omegas would have been prized, and a pack would have been made to swear secrecy.
If someone wants to buy Liza now in some black-market deal, why not in history, too?
It’s possible they wouldn’t want to come forward for fear of reprisals from the packs they were sworn to. ”
That was a good point. We spent the next hour discussing potential leads, keeping our voices down so we didn’t wake Liza. She needed the sleep more than any of us.
When each idea became more outlandish than the last, I stood and stretched. Exhaustion seeped into my bones, and I excused myself to join Liza in the small bed that had once belonged to her.
Spooning her, I hoped my warmth would provide the comfort she needed to sleep soundly, free from the dreams that haunted her. Somehow, she hardly moved all night, probably from the sheer exhaustion of her powers.
I lay in the dark, with my mate’s warm, soft body nestled against me, replaying the events.
I’d never seen Liza so pissed. The memory of her standing in the doorway of her parents’ living room was frightening—her eyes flashing red, her hair lifting in a white-blonde halo around her, while any object not nailed down hovered three feet in the air.
Then the guttural scream ripped through her, and the ground beneath our feet had quaked.
The shock on her parents’ faces would remain with me for a long time.
I was only grateful Liza couldn’t remember the fear on her mom’s face.
But it was taking longer and longer to bring her out of these episodes.
The anger management didn’t seem to be working, but then I’d already acknowledged I’d failed my mate there.
Anna Anderson had told me to monitor Liza’s stressors and keep her calm.
More proof, if I needed it, that I was letting her down.
Yes, I had been keeping stuff from her, but I truly believed I’d been doing the right thing by not telling her about Maximus’s threat to sell her.
I had him handled, and we were already dealing with so much.
The whack-job omega fans demanding that she perform, the letter from her birth parents, the missing Liam Russell.
She was already spread thin. I’d taken it upon myself and decided she didn’t need the added strain of constantly looking over her shoulder, wondering if she’d be grabbed, but I should have told her and been honest. I kept telling her we had to work together, yet I was the one who kept going off on my own.
That fucking bastard Castro. He just had to insert himself, create division. Why couldn’t he let my mate go?
The next morning, Liza had risen before me, and I woke to the sound of the shower. I shut her bedroom door and dialed my dad’s number with shaking hands.
“Dad,” I said, my voice strained. “I’m in way over my head, and I don’t know what to do.”
“Tyson? What’s wrong?”
“Liza had another anger flare last night. The worst one yet,” I said, rubbing my forehead. “We’re still at Liza’s parents’ house. She didn’t want to leave.”
“Stay put,” he instructed firmly. He may have given up his position as alpha and become a beta, but his alpha instincts still shone through.
“I’m on my way.” And before I could protest or worry about Liza’s or the Mims’ reaction to his unexpected arrival, the call disconnected, leaving me with uncertainty and the hope that Dad might have some answers.
The doorbell rang exactly twenty minutes later, which gave me enough time to give everyone a heads-up. I opened the door to find him standing on the doorstep with his hands shoved in his pants pockets. His brow was furrowed when he stepped inside.
“Thanks for coming, Dad.” I led him toward the dining room, where Liza and her parents were already gathered. Liza and her mom had made a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon.
“Of course, son.” Dominic gave me a reassuring pat on the shoulder before taking his seat at the table.
Liza looked paler than usual, her fork moving the eggs on her plate without actually eating them.
Dad glanced at her, taking in her lackluster appearance. “Liza, can you tell me exactly what happened last night? Ty said you had another anger flare.”
She bit her lip, focused on the food she wasn’t consuming. “One minute, I was mad about Ty keeping information from me, and the next thing I knew, the living room looked like a tornado had run through it. I have no fucking clue how I got from point A to point Z.”
I reached out and placed my hand on her leg, offering silent support. “Her eyes were glowing red like an alpha’s,” I added. “And when she screamed, it shook the entire room, like an earthquake.”
Dad’s face paled, his jaw tightening. “I’ve seen many things in my life, some you all wouldn’t believe, but never anything like that.
I’ve never heard of anyone having that sort of power, not even an alpha.
” He shook his head and took a sip of orange juice.
“I don’t know anybody who could possibly have any insight. ”
Liza’s parents exchanged glances, their expressions mirroring his concern.
I briefly gave Dad and Liza a rundown of the conversation Rory, Scott, and I had the night before, with oral history elderly pack members may have committed to memory but sworn their silence for fear of retribution.
Dad didn’t discount it, and together, they vowed to do as much research as they could, united in their desire to find someone who might be able to shed some light on Liza’s condition.
As the conversation continued, my thoughts shifted to Liza’s childhood. Did Liza’s biological parents know what she was capable of? Had the Wylde pack kept any records that might help us understand her powers?
“Would Liza’s birth parents have kept any records that might help us?” I suggested, looking to Dad for insight, since he’d known Liza’s parents personally.
Dominic rubbed the back of his neck. “I honestly have no idea, Ty. Remember, I didn’t even know Liza was an omega. If her parents had records of anything, they were burned down with the pack, other than the register I kept.”
Frustration coursed through me as I buried my head in my hands.
There had to be someone out there who had the knowledge to help Liza, but where would we find them?
Then it hit me. The letter from Liza’s parents.
They’d told her to find her brother Liam, saying he could help her.
Could it be possible that Liam knew what Liza was going through and also knew exactly how to help her?
My desperation to find him intensified, but so did my caution. We still didn’t know anything about this mystery man or his true intentions, especially after the incident at the warehouse. For now, all we could do was keep searching and hope that the answers lay somewhere within our grasp.
A faint vibration pulled me out of my thoughts, and I took me phone out of my pocket. The warehouse manager’s name flashed across the screen, and I frowned as I answered the call.
“Ty, we’ve completed the investigation,” he said in a hushed tone. My stomach twisted into knots.