Page 78 of Claiming the Pack’s Omega (Riverwell Omegaverse #2)

Reyna

M ira doesn't come back for dinner.

It's Dom who storms into my room around the time that I've come to expect Mira.

His eyes are wild and a little panicked.

"What did you do?" He growls, stalking his way over to me.

"What?"

"I said, what did you fucking do?” He yells, gripping my shoulders and shaking me.

I clench my hands into fists so that they don't slide out of the cuffs that I've loosened. They still look like they're on, but I can slip out of them with ease now.

"What the hell are you talking about!" I hiss back.

"We've got Northsiders sniffing about here! That's what!"

His words have hope sparking in my chest. Northsiders? That must mean that my alphas have made some sort of headway into locating me.

I have no idea how they would've done so, but there's no other group of people that would be more capable. With Milo's tech skills, Theo's quick thinking, Stone's experience, and Killian's connections? They're practically unstoppable.

"So tell me, what did you do! That omega who brings you food wouldn't spill, she apparently kept on insisting that she just fed you."

I blink up at him. "What did you say?"

"Are you fucking deaf?"

"What happened to Mira?" I say, panic building inside my chest.

"Sebastian sent her away ," Dom said ominously, his expression growing dark. "I haven't worked here too long, but I've been here long enough to know that omegas aren't just sent away . Especially not ones that've been here since the beginning."

His words knock the wind out of me. Guilt sinks its claws into me and wraps my organs around its fist.

"No," I whisper. "She—she didn't do anything to bring my alphas anywhere near here, I swear!"

All she did was loosen my cuffs. Was that really enough to get her sent to God knows where?

"They knew she was lying because she apparently can't lie for shit. But they weren't able to get out of her what she actually did. By the time I got there and suggested barking at her to tell us the truth, that bossy fucker had already sent her away."

Something strikes me as odd, as I try and fight through the overwhelming waves of guilt and panic.

"Do they—do they not have a lot of alphas working here?"

"Shut up," Dom says, shaking me by the shoulders again.

They don't.

Strange.

But is it, really? If you have something as big as this operation, you want people you can trust to keep quiet. That might mean betas who have the incentive of getting a drug that will make them more alpha-like. Or it means having alphas from the Southside who are financially reliant on you.

"Tell me," Dom barks, his dominance exploding out from him. "What did you do to call your alphas here?"

I clamp my jaw shut.I do my absolute best to fight the compulsion. To stay silent, but no matter how hard I thrash around in the bed, there's nothing here I can use to cause myself enough pain to snap out of the bark.

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I feel the urge to answer his question.

I bite the inside of my cheek so hard I taste blood. I shift my focus. He asked a very specific question. I can give him a very specific answer.

"Nothing," I grit out.

I collapse against the bed behind me, the muscles in my body trembling like I just ran a marathon.

His eyes narrow on me, and he opens his mouth, probably to bark another command, but the door slams open.

"Hmmm, looks like you don't have any use to us, Dominic," Sebastian says. "What use is an alpha if they're bark is utter bullshit?"

My ears feel like they explode as a gunshot cracks and echoes through the small concrete room.

And then I scream. I scream and scream and scream.

Dom collapses onto me, nearly crushing me. There's blood everywhere. It's all over the wall behind me, it's all over the bed, it's all over me.

Blood. Everywhere.

It almost masks the damage that's been done to Dom's head.

Almost.

Because some of the mess all over me isn't just red. I don't want to think about what the white and gray stuff is.

"Be quiet," Sebastian huffs, rolling his eyes.

His words do absolutely nothing to calm me down.

"I said, be fucking quiet ," he snaps.

My jaw clamps shut and my eyes go wide as my body follows his command.

That was a bark.

An alpha bark.

From a beta.

"That's more like it," Sebastian huffs, tucking his gun back into the holster on his suit pants. "Impressive, huh? How effective an artificial bark can be?"

It is.

It's also just what I needed to snap me back to reality. With my brain panicking over this new shocking development, I can ignore the warm, wet stickiness seeping onto my chest and the dead body on top of me.

Or at least I can try.

"Whatever you did to signal to your mates where we are, it's not going to work. Only certain people have access to any sort of cell service or signal here, and it's incredibly hard to pinpoint the specific location of this place."

I can barely hear him, with my pulse roaring through my ears. My entire body is shaking like a leaf. I can barely breathe. I'm starting to see black spots dancing around in my vision.

I shift, trying to move Dom so that I can take a full breath when I feel something hard and metal press against my arm.

A gun.

Holy shit, Dom's gun.

I slide my wrists slowly out of the restraint and reach for it slowly.Sebastian is so into his monologue that he doesn't notice what I'm doing.

"It's a shame, though, Mira was such a sweet girl. It's a shame I had to sell her off, but I had to make an example to the other girls here. You break the rules, you have to be punished. It's just the way that things work around here."

I feel along the gun to try and orient myself. I find the trigger. Then the safety.

I flick the safety off.

Then I grab the gun and pull it out from underneath Dom's dead body and I aim it right for Sebastian's head.

His eyes go wide for a split second before he laughs.

"You're not going to shoot me, you wouldn't dare?—"

Bang.

I miss. I aimed too high, I guess. The shot hits the concrete above his head, making some of it rain down on top of him.

He stares at me, dumbfounded. Shocked. Afraid.

Like he truly expected me to never be able to shoot him.

I lower my aim to his torso and shoot again and again.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. Click .

I shoot until there aren't any more bullets left.

I can see the blood gushing from the five bullet holes on his torso. He falls to his knees, a gurgled sort of gasp leaving his lips before he collapses onto his face.

I shove Dom's dead body off of me and vomit over the side of the gurney. I heave and heave and heave so hard I'm pretty sure I've burst some blood vessels in my eyes.

The room is a blood bath. A horrifying nightmare.

But I'm alive.

I undo the restraints around my ankles and stumble off the gurney. Blood covers the floor to the point that I leave bloody footprints as I step towards Sebastian's prone body. His chest continues to rise and fall as he makes these horrible, gurgling-type noises.

And then he stops.

I think I stop breathing at that point too.

The silence in the room echoes louder than the gunshots did.

I killed someone.

I killed someone.

I think now I know why Sebastian thought I wouldn't shoot him, because the thought that I've actually killed someone? It makes me want to go back to endlessly screaming. Even though he was a terrible person. Even though he's done and would have continued to do atrocious things.

I have his blood on my hands.

Literally, as I kneel down beside him and start digging in his pockets. It's warm and sticky and if I had anything more in my system to throw up, I would've.

He said there were only a few phones that had cell service in this place. I assume one of those phones has to be his, considering he's the boss around here.

I find it and try to wipe the blood off on the cleaner parts of his suit jacket.

I swipe up, but the phone is locked.

Of course it's locked.

He couldn't keep a phone that probably contained all the deep dark secrets of this crazy master plan unlocked.

I grit my teeth and my breath comes back in fast-paced huffs as I grip his shoulder and use all my strength to roll him over onto his back.

His eyes stare up at the ceiling, lifeless.

Even in death, that look of shock and fear is still there.

I hold his phone up to his face and that seems to do the trick.

When I find the phone app, I immediately type in the most familiar phone number I know.

Unfortunately, I don't know any of my guys’ phone numbers by heart. I'll have to change that. Just in case, not because I'm planning on getting kidnapped again, but because I think it would be a good thing to know.

The phone rings a few times. God. Please, please, please pick up.

"Hello?" My mom's voice filters through the phone, and I break down into sobs.