Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
It didn’t take me long to get the hint that I needed to play the dutiful Omega to survive.
After Scott walked into the cabin with my child, I knew that I had to be careful about my next moves.
For the first few days, he rained down abuse on me. Makari and Amity bore witness to every single moment.
After I changed my thinking, bowing to his demands instead of fighting them, the abuse stopped.
No longer was my anger important.
Because my little girl was at risk just as much as I was.
Scott knows Amity is an Alpha.
I listened to him boasting about how strong his sperm was. That he was able to not only produce an Alpha female but also, a male Omega.
It seemed I wasn’t the only one that was able to fool people with my designation.
Makari is an Omega too.
An Omega that since he emerged, has been sold to Alphas to be used however they pleased.
I had originally thought that maybe Makari was deceiving me. That maybe he was in on Scott’s plans more than I had first realized. It quickly became clear that that wasn’t the case at all.
Makari was as much a victim as I was.
But where I held a deep loathing for Scott and the Andrews pack, Makari was the opposite. He had been brainwashed so deeply and carefully that he seemed to idolize the man he called Papa.
It meant that I had to continue playing my part in the male Omega's life as his mother.
It wasn’t a hard task by any means. My nature seemed to call to protect him. So I did. Each night, I curled up with Makari and Amity in the hopes that I would be able to save them from Scott.
It was surprising that he didn’t demand me to warm his bed the moment he finally let me out of the ropes. Evidence of the burns I had given myself from trying to wear the rope down are still prevalent on my wrists. Makari was beside himself when he saw the raw skin.
I let him take over my care. It gave him a distraction. It also allowed me the chance to get to know him better.
I haven’t allowed myself to admit it out loud just yet but I have grown to love Makari as a son. While I can’t do anything yet about our predicament, I can give him a mother’s love. It's the one thing that I am able to give him with ease.
It also seems to make Scott happy. Not that I care about the way he feels, but it helps to weasel my way into a position that has me mostly unharmed.
At least physically.
Mentally, I am fucked.
Each time my ex-Alpha walks into the same room, I have to fight against the bile that tries its best to expel every time his scent invades my nose.
Bleach has been the only product that has seemed to give me any kind of reprieve. That is until it gives me a headache.
I guess it's the better alternative.
Each day that goes past without my Alphas is like a dagger to the heart. I haven’t allowed myself to cry for them.
That doesn’t mean that I haven’t stopped making plans for how the fuck we are meant to get out of here.
I have been working at the bond in my chest that connects me to Olis.
At night, I have exhausted myself by mentally reaching out to him. By day, I have been the sweet Omega, luring Scott into a false sense of security.
He believes that he has won, yet again.
I see it in the way he watches me. There is this hint of elation as he struts through the house.
If I knew it wouldn't lead to further abuse, I would laugh.
Since seeing what a true Alpha looks like, it baffles me that I was ever terrified of him and his dead pack.
They are weak.
While Scott has managed to somehow hide what he did from the Durans, he is still pitiful in comparison.
In a one-on-one fight, there is no doubt who would win.
The only way that Scott was able to even snatch Amity and I in the first place was because he sold his soul to the Demons.
The moment I saw the cut of the Alpha that walked into the cabin one night with Scott, I knew it was never just him.
He had help from the deadliest motorcycle gang in the country.
I shouldn’t be surprised that he is working with them. What Scott is able to give them though is still unbeknown to me.
Before their deaths, the Andrews pack had owned a semi-successful telecommunications business. It was why they were so desperate to marry into my family.
They needed a way to secure their position in society. My family and I were just collateral on their way to the top.
Another gift, besides the abuse, was the front row access to the boasting of a dozen Omega murders.
“You thought you were so clever, didn’t you?” Scott snarls, getting right into my face as some kind of intimidation technique. I try to pull against the rope holding me hostage but it doesn’t budge, it just burns the fuck out of me. I grit my teeth against the pain, refusing to show weakness.
“But you can’t run from me. You are mine.”
I shiver at the emphasis he puts on the final word in his statement. He doesn’t miss my reaction, chuckling and standing to his full height. I curse myself at showing my hand so early. Trauma that I thought I had buried deep rears its head, wreaking havoc over my system.
“I knew that I would get your attention with the other Omegas.”
I feel all of the color drain from my face, yet again.
“You didn’t,” I whisper as the first tear falls down my cheek. There’s no way that the Omega killer is him.
It can’t be.
But as he nods his head, a sadistic look on his face, I know that I am naive in my belief.
“Of course it is me,” he laughs, crossing his arms over his chest that he has puffed out in pride. “You didn’t think that you could just get away with trying to kill me, did you?”
When I don’t answer, Scott laughs, the sound chilling me to my very core.
“God, you are so fucking stupid. You and your entire designation.”
I stare blankly, unable to allow myself to even dip a toe into the turmoil that I know would consume me if I let it.
Those Omegas died because of me.
“It was easy to get them to come home with me. At the promise of a knot, they were like putty in my hands. It made it even sweeter to watch their flesh cut beneath my knife. Do you know I thought of you each time I did it?”
I swallow bile at his words, needing to breathe deeply through my nose to not make a mess of myself.
“I was picky with my selections. Not too tall, not too short. Long brown hair, the perfect kind to wrap my fist in as I had my way with their bodies.”
He snaps out of whatever dreamland he had drifted off too and closes the distance between us.
I do my best to cover a whimper as Scott grips my chin in his hand, squeezing tightly and wrenches my head up to look at him.
“I could never find anyone with the same eyes as yours though. The kind that lures a man to his death. So fucking pretty.”
I haven’t allowed myself to give his candor any more time than I did on that first day. I don’t think I could even if I wanted to. Because I know, without a doubt, if I hadnt have fucked up the day I tried to kill him, those Omegas would still be alive.
The next time I take my role as the Grim Reaper, I refuse to allow any mistakes.
No, the next time that I take the steps of removing the scum from this earth, I will be through. Now that I have seen what Scott is capable of, I can’t allow him to continue breathing.
He needs to be eradicated.
As another day comes to an end, I tuck Amity and Makari in the makeshift nest that I built for us. Originally, I had hesitated at doing something so Omega-coded, but I needed some kind of comfort, especially now that the bond between Olis and I refuses to quieten.
His emotions are like a thunderstorm in my chest. I can feel his frustration, anger and heartbreak. I want nothing more than to kill Scott and get back to my pack but I can’t be too hasty.
Sighing, I sink into the small nest and close my eyes. Finding that spot that I have come so familiar with these past weeks, I tug on it. Opening my mind up, I call down the bond.
The feeling of shock and disbelief from Olis hits me square in the chest. I hold my breath as I wait for him to respond or give me some kind of acknowledgement that it wasn’t just a coincidence.
Baby?
I choke on a sob as the sound of Olis’ honeyed voice echoes in my head.
Oh my god! It worked! I can hear you!
Relief floods into me as the connection between Olis and I grows. I can’t stop the tears from flowing now.
Shh, my love. I am here now. Are you okay? Is Amity okay?
I can feel the bated breath he holds, waiting for me to reply.
We are both okay. There’s a lot that I have learnt since Scott took me.
I can feel the growl he releases.
You have a lot to fill me in on, Omega. His words are strained and straight to the point but I can’t blame him. If he was being held by a psychotic murderous ex, I would have burned the world down by now.
I mentally nod. Remembering that I need to warn my Alphas of who exactly we are dealing with. I fill in Olis on as much as I can, not leaving out anything. I won’t let my Alphas walk into a gun fight with knives.
Got it. Hang tight my sweet Omega. We are coming.
I breathe a sigh of relief. While I wasn’t counting on Olis, Vic and Cal saving me, it eases me to know that I will have back-up when the time is right.
It's hard to remember that I’m not alone in this anymore. That I have people that I can trust and lean on. That if I needed them to fight for me, they would in a heartbeat.
Olis and I continue to talk for the rest of the night. We talk about everything and nothing all at once.
For the first time since I was taken, I feel hope.
Since breaking through the blockade in our mind and being able to finally mind-link each other, Olis and I—along with the help of Vic and Cal—work out a plan to extract us.
Neither of the other two Alphas were remotely pleased about the fact that the Demons were the ones that helped Scott take me. Because they were the same club that took Gwen.
What they don’t know is that it was actually the Andrews pack that took her. The Demons were just the lackeys for them.