Page 29 of Claiming the Pack's Omega

I think back to the conversation I had with Dom’s cousin a few weeks back about how he wanted to keep the Sorel family out of their business.

“Frankie doesn’t have a say in jack shit. He’s not in charge, I am. And it’s not like I’m letting the Sorels into my turf unsupervised. I just know they’ve been creeping in here and won’t fucking stop.”

“So your solution to them creeping in here to poach some of the girls is to what, just let them in here to do that shit?”

His eyes narrow at me. “Check your fucking tone, Raine.”

“I’ll check my fucking tone when you get checked for a brain tumor. How the fuck is this going to help you? Even if all you think about is money, you can’t be stupid enough to think letting the Sorels in will end well for you.”

His jaw ticks as he stares down at me. “Well, it’s happening. Those stupid Northside cock suckers have been snooping around the Southside more. We’re a small operation. We don’t have the man or firepower the Sorels have if it came down to actually putting up a fight against the Northside.”

I blink at him. “What? What do you mean Northsiders have been poking around here? There’re plenty of Northsiders who come here all the time.”

“I’m talking the cops,” Dom says, rolling his eyes like I’m stupid. “Not just a rich Northsider wanting to get his cock wet. You heard about how the cops came and arrested that one Councilman at that club a few miles from here, right?”

I clench my hands into fists to keep them from trembling.

I know all about the cops going there. Roxie works at different clubs throughout town, and she asked me to cover one of her shifts at one of the other strip clubs she works at.

That’s when I found a poor, young, innocent omega locked away in their basement with a fucking bullet wound in her arm.

I glance away at the wall.

The reason the cops came was because I called her pack of Northside alphas. God only knows what the stupid councilman who kidnapped her would’ve done to her.

But no one knows I was the one that made that call. And I plan on keeping it that way. That sort of cooperation and betrayal to some big players here in the Southside would end up with me dead. Or worse.

“I did hear about that,” I say, my tone even. I’m honestly impressed with how normal I sound.

“Then you get why we’ve gotta have the backing of people like the Sorels,” Dom grunts.

“The ‘help’ of someone like the Sorels doesn’t come cheap,” I huff. “What kinda shit are they making you pay?”

He eyes me up and down in a way that has my blood turning into ice.

“There’s a reason I brought you in here to talk about this and it’s not ‘cause you’re the best at working the books.”

My mouth goes dry.

“You didn’t do something stupid, did you?”

I know his answer before he opens his mouth. He did. He did something that’s going to screw up the careful balance I have in my life.

“I think it’s about time you started working more than one night a week,” Dom shrugs. “And since we’re working with the Sorel family moving forward, I’m not sourcing the drugs you use to keep your heat away anymore. So I think you should prepare to start selling that too.”

“What?” I croak out.

“The Sorels have a whole waiting list of guys who apparently want a piece of pretty young omegas like you. You were the one they picked out when I showed them pictures of all the girls here.”

I blink at him, my hands growing clammy at the thought of experiencing a heat. Being that helpless with alphas I know don’t care about or respect me makes me want to vomit at the thought.

I’d be completely helpless.

At least during my normal work, I have the choice.

That would be completely stripped away from me if I started selling my heats.

“You’re kidding,” I whisper.