Page 97 of Claiming the Pack's Omega

Whatever you say

I miss you

i miss you too

I still feel like I’m going to pass out, as I stand up from my bed. It’s like my brain thinks Dom and the Sorel family goons are going to crawl through my phone and drag me back to god knows what.

Torture, probably.

Death, too.

I’m a very proud person. I don’t like asking for help.

But I can’t handle this situation alone.

Not when my family is at stake.

I grit my teeth, fighting back my shaky breaths, as I make my way out into the hallway. The house is quiet and mostly dark.

I make a beeline straight to Milo’s door and don’t bother knocking before bursting in.

Milo whirls around in his swivel chair, his eyes going wide as he looks at me.

The only light in the room comes from his collection of monitors on his large desk. In any other circumstance, I’d be impressed by his setup.

Now is not that time.

“What’s wrong?” Milo asks, immediately standing from his chair.

He rushes over, his eyes going wide as he looks down at me.

“You—you’re crying.”

I reach up and wipe at my cheeks. Fuck, I guess I am crying. So much for my makeup.

Such a stupid thought, at a time like this, but I can’t help but feel self-conscious, standing in front of an alpha—a man—I’m very much attracted to, without makeup.

“Talk to me, Reyna, I—I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong,” Milo says, his hands hovering over my shoulders as if he wants to touch me, but doesn’t know if he’s allowed to.

“I—I need help,” I say, shoving my phone at him.

His brows draw down in confusion, but another text pops up. With the way my phone buzzes, there seem to be quite a few text messages. He clicks on the notification and his expression shifts to one I never thought I’d see on his face.

One of pure, unadulterated rage.

“What the hell is this?" He growls.

“What the hell is what? I can’t see,” I say, trying to pull my phone down so I can read the message.

He reluctantly angles the phone so I can see the latest text message in the flood of threats.

Dom

I don’t know what game you’re fucking playing, but a Southside omega whore like you is only ever good for one thing

Just because you’re throwing your lot in with Northside alphas doesn’t mean they’re going to save you

You can run