Page 223 of Claiming the Pack's Omega

"I can tell exactly what you're thinking."

Dammit. He probably can. I've never been good at concealing my emotions when I'm angry.

And I'm fucking pissed right now. I cling to that fury because if I hold onto it, then I won't be paralyzed by the fear of being helpless and stuck in a situation I know nothing about. Which means I need to learn more about what in the world is going on.

Information is my currency, especially against alphas and their strength. I have no hope of competing with them on that playing field.

"What is this facility for, Dom?" I ask, careful to watch my tone this time.

"You're smart," he sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face. "You've already picked up on the fact that this is a Northsider's idea."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"I'm getting there. God, you're impatient."

Patience is a virtue I don't have very much of, unless it comes to my siblings. It's definitely not a virtue I have after I've beendruggedandkidnapped.

"You know the Sorel Family has been expanding its drug trade throughout the entire Southside," he continues. "They've been doing a good job buying out competitors and bringing other people into the fold for a while."

Long enough for them to sink their claws into Dom too, and he's known for being a solo business guy.

"They're backed by Northsiders, aren't they?" I ask.

"They are," he nods. "Turns out they always have been. The whole drug trade? It's been some Northsider's idea."

"And that includes suppressants for omegas and those crazy enhancement drugs for betas and alphas?"

"Exactly."

Something doesn't make sense to me. Dom's being far too open with information, right now. Either he's being so open because he's just that confident that I won't be able to escape,or he's telling me all this stuff because he knows that I won't be around long enough to tell anyone.

Both of those options freak me the hell out.

"Why're you telling me this?"

He glances to the side, and something real close to guilt crosses his expression.

That look? It completely shatters the flimsy barriers holding my fear at bay.

Dom never feels guilty. Ever. He's too self-interested for an emotion like that.

"Tell me—" I have to swallow hard, but it feels like my mouth is still as dry as the Sahara desert. "You have to tell me. You can't just—you can't just give me that look and then clam up like this."

"This whole operation's run by a Northside pharmaceutical company. This is one of their 'production labs' or whatever they call it," he says, using his fingers to make air quotes. "This is where the drugs are developed."

"And what does that have to do with me?"

"Your bonds," he says, nodding to where the neckline of my flimsy hospital gown has shifted. "I've known you for a long time, Raine, and the shit they have planned for you? It's insane."

"How insane?" My voice is barely above a whisper. The beeping from the machine beside me starts to pick up its pace, filling the silence between us.

The door slams open and the two of us jump.

A beta man, who looks a couple of years younger than me, with slicked back hair and an expensive suit, walks into the room.

"Spilling all the company secrets, are you, Dominic?" He chuckles, a maniacal grin on his face.

Dom stiffens, but he keeps his mouth shut.