Page 9 of Claiming the Pack’s Omega (Riverwell Omegaverse #2)

Milo

A notification pops up on my computer.

I click on it and see Reyna’s made a post on an online forum.

My wifi is broken and idk what’s going on??

Some may call it creepy that I’m monitoring pretty much all of her online activity, and they’d probably be right. But my metrics of creepiness go out the window when this mystery omega seems to have ensnared two of my other packmates.

Stone’s practically buzzing every single time he comes back from The Warehouse because it’s his chance to see her. Theo was giddy when he came back to the pack house this morning.

I’m not a normal alpha. I’m a wimp. I’ve always had to have the others fight my battles for me because I can’t fight for shit. The only way I know how to do anything for my pack is by sitting behind a computer screen.

If this omega shows any signs of leading my pack down a dangerous path, I want to know. At least that way, I can tell Killian, who seems to be the only one with his head still screwed on straight, and he can smack some sense into Stone and Theo.

I click on her post, just to make sure there’s nothing strange with it. I start tapping my foot. Who am I kidding? It’s because I’m curious to learn everything I can about this omega.

Her main social media is pretty sparse, she’s only tagged in one of her sister’s posts about graduating middle school from a couple of years back. But that one photo of her made me understand why Theo and Stone are going a bit crazy.

She’s drop-dead gorgeous. Model level pretty. The kind of beauty that a grainy security camera at The Warehouse can’t capture.

I scroll down on her post to see a picture of her wifi router. A picture with the default admin username and password that I know she hasn’t changed because I was able to hack into her network.

My fingers are typing out a private message to her before I know what they’re doing.

HackHorizon

You should take your post down. You posted a picture with your default admin username and password

ReyReyRazzle

shit, really? is that bad?

that’s a stupid question, it probably is if a guy named “hack horizon” is telling me to take my post down

I wince in embarrassment. I forgot my username was something Theo and I came up with when I first started learning how to hack when I was thirteen.

I take a deep breath. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. She has no clue who I am. She can’t make fun of me, not like kids did when I was growing up.

Plus, based on the age of her account, her username was also made when she was a kid. She’s not in a place to judge.

Not that that’s stopped people before, but still.

ReyReyRazzle

i took the post down. thanks for letting me know. please don’t hack my wifi lol

not that it’d be much use to you right now, considering it’s down

do you by any chance know how the hell to fix it?

I pause. Should I help her? I’m already talking to her. I’ve already made contact, so would it really be that big of a deal?

HackHorizon

Sure, I can help you. Can you tell me more about what’s going on?

It’s a quick fix. I explain the process to her and a quick unplug, replug, and reset combo has it up and running again.

ReyReyRazzle

omg you’re a fucking lifesaver, thank you so much, my little brother’s gonna be so happy he can go back to playing his games again!

HackHorizon

No worries, it was an easy fix, ReyReyRazzle

OMG I completely forgot my username was so stupid

I pause. What am I doing? I’ve helped her fix her wifi, why do I still feel the urge to talk to her?

Is this what Stone and Theo were talking about? The magnetic pull this omega seems to have?

But I’m not with her. I have no idea what her perfume is like other than the dreamy descriptions Stone and Theo have given. How does she still have this power over me?

HackHorizon

It’s not stupid. It’s pretty cute

ReyReyRazzle

please, it’s so stupid. at least yours makes sense, since you’re so good at tech stuff

It was a simple fix

well then I guess I’m just really bad at tech things T_T

I find my hands hovering over the keyboard. I want to comfort her. Tell her she’s not bad, that the only reason why I know how to do anything technology-related is because I literally have no life and that’s the last thing I’d want for her.

But all of that feels far too vulnerable. I don’t talk to omegas. Omegas don’t talk to me. They’re only interested in alphas like the other three in my pack: confident, jacked, and dominant.

But this omega is talking to me.

Only because I helped her get her wifi up. I can’t be stupid. If she knew me, knew what I looked like, knew what people say about me whenever I leave the house, she’d never talk to me again.

I swallow hard.

HackHorizon

You’re not bad. I just have practice.

My username is also pretty silly. My brother and I came up with it back when I was a kid

ReyReyRazzle

that’s super cute. my little brother couldn’t even talk when I made this account lol

That’s a pretty big age gap, assuming you weren’t an elementary school kid when you made your account

yeah, twelve years

anyway, I’ve gotta go now, but thank you again for helping me

No problem. If anything else comes up, feel free to ask. I’m sure I could give you an answer quicker than the main forum.

really? that would be awesome!

okay, goodbye for real now :)

Goodbye

I scrub a hand down my face. God, I’m tired.

But I’ve still got work to do. I spent all night doing research on The Warehouse, its connection to The Dollhouse, and their roles and connection to other players in the omega trafficking space.

Both The Warehouse and The Dollhouse are run by the same family, which explains their similar names.

I still have to give Killian my report.

I push back my chair and it rolls on the smooth hardwood before I stand. I open the door from my room and head down the hall to Killian’s office.

God, it’s bright.

I keep all my blackout curtains drawn during the day, and I’m normally asleep right now, so I’m not used to the morning sun shining like this.

I knock on Killian’s door.

“Come in,” he answers. He glances up at me when I come in. “Morning, Milo.”

“Morning,” I yawn. “I have the finished report for you,” I say, nodding to his computer. “I sent it to you for you to read through when you’ve got a chance.”

“Good work, I didn’t expect this until later today.”

I shrug. “It wasn’t an issue, getting this together.” I didn’t even really spend all night working on it. I spent a ridiculous amount of time stalking the new omega, which was never supposed to be a part of the report.

“Anything that stuck out that I should let Stone know about?”

“Yeah, there seems to be a group that’s highly associated with disappearing Southside omegas.”

“And it’s not the owners of the places we’re sending Theo and Stone?”

“No, completely different. Pretty sure they’re called the Sorel family. They also seem to be involved in the drug trade.”

“Producing or distributing?”

“Both. I think we should have Stone poke around about them a little bit, apparently there’s been contact between that family and one of the fighters.

I managed to get the audio from a security camera outside the office of Frankie, the owner of The Warehouse.

He was talking to that omega Stone likes. ”

“Think she’d know more about this family and their drug stuff?”

“Maybe,” I shrug. “Wouldn’t hurt to ask, if Stone asks the right way.”

“Have you done any digging on her? Anything come up that we should be concerned about?”

I keep my expression as impassive as I can, trying to hide the way my hands get clammy at the mention of that omega.

Reyna.

Shit, maybe I shouldn’t think about her name because that’s got my foot nervously tapping. Any thought about her has my throat going dry and my heart racing in a way that makes me uncomfortable. I’ve never felt this way about an omega before.

“I could get you a report on her next.” I swallow hard. “But yeah, I’ve done a bit of digging. She works to provide for her family. She’s got three younger siblings.”

“Please do,” Killian nods. “Are her parents in the picture? Why is she the one working to provide for younger siblings?”

“Her parents both work. Dad’s a mechanic who works basically every day, twelve hours a day. Her mom’s a waitress at a diner. They had her when they were in high school and then her siblings later on. Youngest kid is 10.”

The more I say, the more I feel like a creep. But this doesn’t even scrape the surface of what’ll be in my report. This is for the good of the pack. At least, that’s what I try and tell myself.

“Her parents barely make enough to cover rent. It looks like they use the money she brings in for food and things for her younger siblings.”

“So it doesn’t seem like she’s being trafficked, considering she still lives at home and has contact with her family.

Doesn’t rule the possibility of her being pimped out, considering what Theo mentioned when he got here about her only getting a cut and being forced to work when she’s sick,” Killian says, staring contemplatively out the window. “Do you think she’s a reliable source?”

I think back to the messages we sent online. How earnest she seemed. Almost innocent. Definitely not aware of proper internet safety, which is surprising, considering she seems really experienced dealing with douchebags in real life.

“I think she’s as reliable as someone in that situation can be,” I shrug. “It all depends on Stone and Theo’s abilities to form a connection with her in order to get information.”

“Noted. I’ll let them know during our next debriefs. Good work Milo. Keep me updated,” Killian says. “Now, how are you doing?”

I freeze at the question. “What do you mean?”

“I’m pack leader, it’s my business to know how my packmates are doing.”

I cross my arms over my chest defensively. It feels like Killian is using the council member part of his personality on me and I don’t like it.

It makes me feel inadequate. He oozes confidence normally, but when he puts his politics mask on? It’s a whole other level. There’s a reason he got elected to be the youngest council member ever.

“Fine. Nothing’s really changed,” I shrug.

His brows draw down in concern. I guess he doesn’t like that answer.

“I’m tired, I’m going to go to bed now,” I say, turning on my heel before he can interrogate me further.

I get that he wants to help, but he can’t help someone like me. Not when he can’t relate to being a fraud in the pack like I feel every day.