Chapter 126
Chapter One Hundred-Twenty-Six
Jay
Dr. Robert Morgan is a psychologist and an honest-to-God Zeta.
Harper would be going crazy right now if he could meet this guy.
I’m not so sure Dr. Morgan would like that.
He’s very quiet and standoffish. If I hadn’t met him and been given his designation, I would have assumed he was just a regular Beta and maybe a bit of a weird guy.
I never would have guessed he was an Omega, and I definitely wouldn’t have assumed he was the psychic type. That’s not something I’ve ever come across in real life.
“So, you’re telling me the Omegas that Corvina brainwashed here in Goldcrest have all been given ways to keep him from possessing them if he were ever to attempt it?”
He nods. “He won’t find it easy or simple like he would have when they weren’t aware, and they know they need to tell Lana if they experience anything that might have been a possession attempt.”
It’s a good thing, for sure. Knowing how many Omegas were brainwashed and who they are makes it a lot easier to keep the potential of this threat under control.
The fact that they’ve also been given ways to fight back if the worst were to happen makes it a lot less likely that Corvina will try to attack the academy from within.
“The list is small,” Owen adds, from where he’s standing, leaning back against the main desk.
“We have extra security outside the suites of those Omegas, and the only Beta he was using is currently healing in our medical ward. She hasn’t been well enough to see Dr. Morgan yet, but when she is, we’ll make sure she can’t be possessed again, either.”
“Possessed again?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Long story,” he says. “We’ll talk about it on the job. The point is, the immediate threat is contained.”
“And what about the external threat?” I ask, looking from Owen, to Dr. Morgan, to Morgan’s Alpha who’s sitting on chair off to the side as if he’s only here to escort his Zeta around.
“You’ve seen how every visitor is monitored here,” Owen says, looking past me. “Your Alpha’s at the door.”
I turn and see Falcon’s shadowy figure behind the frosted glass.
I go open the door and let him in.
He looks at everyone with a tight smile.
“Hey. How’s it going?”
“We’re talking about threats. We think we’ve got the internal threat covered.”
“The brainwashed Omegas?” he asks as he closes the door behind him.
“They know they were brainwashed. They’ve been given tools that should help them avoid possession by Corvina, and we have extra security on them.”
“Okay,” Falcon says.
“And you guys already know how we deal with visitors,” Owen says. “It’s all logged, and Lana and I approve who gets in. We also don’t let anyone wander when they’re here. We have the place covered with cameras. Someone’s always watching them.”
“Sounds like you’ve got everything covered,” I tell him.
“I should do,” he mutters. “I’ve been running a security company for years.”
If that’s not a challenge to find something he missed, I don’t know what is.
“How about staff?” I ask. “Do they all live here? Surely some of them live off site?”
“A lot of the staff live here, but we have a bunch of security guys who don’t, and a few others.”
“I’d like a list of those staff,” I tell him.
“They’ve been security cleared.”
“Have they been cleared for brainwashing?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him.
He laughs. “How would we clear them for that, exactly?”
I look at Dr. Morgan. “Can you tell if someone’s been messed with?”
From his slightly panicked expression, I don’t think he wants to tell me.
“Would that be possible?” Owen asks, sounding curious.
“It’s possible,” his Alpha says. “But enough people know about Rob now. We can’t keep telling everyone who he is and what he does. It’s not safe.”
He sounds pissed off, and I don’t blame him.
If Harper were a Zeta, I wouldn’t want to tell anyone, either.
Omegas are rare enough. A lot of them end up in bad situations because horrible pieces of shit treat them like money-makers instead of people.
There are way too many of those bad guys out there.
“I want to help,” Rob says, “But I need to touch people to tell if they’ve been brainwashed.”
“You don’t have to help everyone,” his Alpha reminds him, in a stern tone.
“This isn’t everyone,” Rob tells him. “It’s for the academy.”
His Alpha sighs. Owen moves around the desk and opens the laptop that’s sitting on top of it.
“I’ll get the list of names. We can pull them in for random security checks. Rob, you could dress like one of our guards, and I’ll teach you how to pat someone down. Will that work for touching them?”
Rob nods, and Owen lets out a relieved sigh.
His Alpha still looks irritable, but he doesn’t say another word.
“I think you might be cut out for this kind of work,” Owen tells me.
“You’ve been Harper’s personal security team for years,” Falcon says.
“I think I’m going to like working here.”