Page 44 of Claiming the Pack's Omega

“We’ll take care of her, Mr. Carver, I assure you. She’ll want for nothing,” Killian says.

“Fine,” Dad huffs. “But if I hear a fucking peep about you guys messing with my daughter, I don’t care that you guys are rich Northside assholes, I’ll come for you all. Got that?”

“Yes sir,” Theo nods, seeming to take my dad’s words seriously.

“So what happens now?” Dad scrubs a hand down his face.

“Now, we’ve gotta go wake up the kiddos and get as much shit as we can packed,” I answer. “That right?”

“Yeah, spitfire,” Theo answers, his eyes going all soft when he looks at me.

I flash him a quick smile that I quickly turn into a scowl. No. Bad Reyna. No smiles for Theo until he earns them.

Milo rolls down the window and peeks his head out, his eyes going wide when he sees my dad.

“Uh, sorry to interrupt,” he says. “But the Ward pack’s got Stone. They’re getting him up to Riverwell General Hospital right now.”

“Dammit,” Killian curses under his breath before turning to my Dad. “Change of plans. You guys have twenty minutes to be in the van. We can’t risk any of you being here when they find out he’s gone.”

Dad nods gravely, and Mom is already hurrying back into the house, probably to wake up the kids.

“Fine,” Dad growls before following Mom back inside.

“Is he okay?” I ask before I realize what I’m doing. “The last time I saw him, he was in pretty nasty shape.”

“From the sounds of things, he’s stable, but he definitely needs medical attention,” Milo answers.

“O—okay,” I nod, slowly.

“Apparently, he asked for you,” Milo says softly, leaning out of the window, now that my dad is gone.

“He did?”

My heart flutters at the thought of him asking for me. But then it drops. It tore me up inside to leave him down in that torture chamber alone, knowing he’d probably be killed in some horribly painful way soon.

I left him there. To die.

I don’t know why he’d be asking for someone who’d basically abandoned him.

Milo snaps me out of my downward spiral. “Your dad is…”

“Scary?” I laugh. “Yeah, he can be a bit intense sometimes, sorry about that.”

“Don’t apologize for something like that,” Killian says, lighting a cigarette and taking a drag. “We’re glad you have people that love you.”

“Smoking is bad for you,” I huff, leaning away from the car.

Killian is off-putting. I don’t know what to say in conversation with him. Everything about him, from the way that he carries himself to his expensive black tea scent screams he lives in a completely different universe than I do.

I feel cheap, even standing next to him. Why the hell would he want to deal with a Southside omega like me?

Wait. Pause.

Why the hell do I want him to be interested in me?

I shake my head and jog back into the house. I have other things to deal with than my strange, growing obsession with this pack.

“Rey? What’s going on?” Daisy asks rubbing her eyes as she steps out of her room with her school backpack slung across her shoulder.