Page 61 of Claiming the Pack’s Omega (Riverwell Omegaverse #2)

"W—wait!" Angie protests, trying to squirm away, but Reyna's grip on her arm keeps her in place.

Reyna cocks back her fist and punches her, square in the jaw. She releases her grip on Angie's arm, letting the crazy omega collapse to the floor in a sniveling heap, right beside her date.

"Just a tip?" Reyna says, shaking out her fist. "Don't put yourself in situations defending someone who doesn't give a shit about you. That motherfucker was only using you, and you know it. Get your shit together, woman, and stop being bat shit crazy.”

Reyna's heels click against the balcony as she spins on her heel and walks straight into my chest. There's a tremble I can feel along her entire body as she wraps her arms around my waist.

"I hate blood," she mutters, keeping her face buried in my suit jacket.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, Princess. I'm so?—"

"Let's just get out of here," Reyna murmurs. She peeks up at me through her lashes. "I'm hungry."

"Let's go get you fed, then," Stone says, reaching out and trailing his hand down her back as if he needs to touch her to make sure she's okay. "Hell of a punch you just threw."

"You work at a fighting ring for half a decade and you learn some things," Reyna shrugs. "What can I say? I'm a woman of many talents."

"You—you can't leave!" My mother's panicked voice cuts through the fragile bubble that had formed around my pack and me.

I straighten, squeezing Reyna one last time before I guide her to cling to Stone.

"I can and I will, Mother," I say, my voice dangerously low. "You've never once acted like my parents. You've always picked him."

I cast a disgusted look down at my brother, who still lies in a crumbled heap on the floor, sniveling and crying as he tries to breathe past his broken nose and probably broken jaw.

"Well, now I'm picking for you. I'm done with this sham of a family. You'll never hear from me again."

"We—we'll press charges," my father says, glancing down at Maximus. His voice is the weakest and most uncertain I've ever heard.

"Press charges?" Stone snorts from behind me. "Good luck with that, considering your son participated in illegal omega prostitution and trafficking rings."

They clamp their jaws shut. My mother just falls to her knees beside my brother, cradling his head in her lap. They've chosen their sides.

I didn't have any concern over the legal ramifications of beating my brother half to death, not when he did what he did to Reyna. Maybe I should have.

If my parents did choose to press charges, even though the case may eventually get thrown out, it would ruin my reputation enough to fuck with my position on the council, especially because everyone there is already on edge because of this investigation.

There are certainly members of the council who would love any excuse at all to get rid of me.

"Let's go," I nod to my pack.

I glance at our omega. Despite the insanity of the night, she's still holding her head high. Even though she's gripping the lapels of Stone's suit jacket that he must've given her, like it's her lifeline.

"I'm proud of you," she whispers, as we pass the balcony doors back into the house.

The words pierce right through the walls I've built up around my heart. I don't think I've ever heard those words before.

"Thank you, Princess," I murmur, my voice low. "Thank you."

The four of them follow me into the bathroom by the sitting room and wait patiently as I scrub my hands clean of my brother's blood. When the water stops running pink, I shut off the water.

"I should take a look at those knuckles when we get back home," Reyna says softly, reaching out and touching the split skin tenderly.

"It's fine."

"No, it's not fine," she snaps, narrowing her eyes at me. She looks like a cute kitten when she's all fired up like this. It makes my lips tug up into a grin.

That just makes her narrow her eyes even more.

"I'm going to take a look at them, even if I have to sneak into your room at night to do so," she huffs.

"Sneaking into Killian's room, huh?" Theo teases, holding open the front door for her. "Hot. You can sneak into my room at any time."

"Fuck off," she says, shoving him playfully as she rolls her eyes.

The air around us thickens with tension as we all pile into our car. The silence between us is so thick you can cut it with a knife.

"What happens next?" Reyna asks softly.

"We get you food, you said you were hungry, right?" I say, glancing back at her in the rear view mirror as I turn the car's engine on.

"Yeah, but you know what I mean. After—after all of this." She bites her lower lip to keep it from trembling. "You gave up your family, Killian, that's—that's a big deal. And you seriously did some damage to your brother. That's probably an even bigger deal."

"Like I said. They're not my family anymore, not if they're going to stand by my violent rapist of a brother."

"But—but was it rape if I let him? He said he'd pay me more if I let him choke me and I let him choke me, so?—"

"Stop it," Stone snaps, turning around in the passenger's seat. His spicy pepper scent explodes in the car around us. "You talked about how you feared for your life, Wildflower, that—that doesn't happen during consensual sex."

Her breaths start to quicken, and she clings to Milo and Theo's thighs as she blinks rapidly, as if she's fighting the urge to cry.

"You fought him, Sunshine," Milo says, his voice still gravely and quiet. "Even if you didn't say no with your words, you said no in other ways. And he didn't stop."

Her eyes close as she purses her lips before she nods jerkily.

"You—you guys are right," she whispers. Her head falls to her chest, and her shoulders start to shake.

Theo wraps his arm around her shoulders and tugs her into his chest.

"As for what I did to my brother," I say, my gaze returning to the road in front of me. "We just have to hope that my parents are image-conscious enough to not want their golden child of a son to be outed as a rapist."

"As far as I know, I didn't see anything," Stone says, chuckling under his breath.

"I guess it pays to have a police officer in the pack," Reyna shoots back.

"Sure does," Stone nods.

Reyna pushes herself off from Theo's chest and leans over towards Milo, brushing the collar of his shirt away from his neck.

"Okay, we should definitely stop by for food somewhere, I'm sure we're all starving," Reyna says.

"But we should stop by a doctor. Maybe Charlotte, she seems like the kind of person who would keep things quiet.

But Milo needs a doctor. I'm not good enough at first aid to be able to tell if there's some actual damage to his throat. "

"I'm fine," Milo croaks out, which contradicts the actual words he's saying.

"Good call, Princess," I say, glancing back at her in the rear-view mirror.

She straightens, a bright smile appearing on her face. I can see the omega part of her preen under my praise. I should complement her more.

"Looks like we have a plan for tonight."