Page 19 of The Forgotten

Slipping across to the back door, I unlock it and ease out into the cool breeze. Olivia snuggles against me and I take a deep breath as I wait until Cerenity goes back into the main house. There’s not a twinge of remorse as I ready myself to steal my angel away. My body stiffens just before I dash across the yard and into the woods, making sure to run along the outskirts of the Dray property.

No one and nothing will take you from me, pretty angel.Not even my brothers.

Chapter

Five

OLIVIA

My body stiffensas my hand moves over buttery soft linens. I should still be in my nest. What the fuck is going on? Out of self preservation, I keep my eyes closed as I twitch my arms and legs to make sure that I’m not tied down. No one should have picked me up off the ground, and this doesn’t smell like my room.

Instead, I smell the slight scent of chocolate. I’m frozen in fear because the scent isn’t strong enough to be an alpha’s, but it doesn’t mean I’m safe.

“Why are you flailing around like a fish?” a deep voice chuckles. “Wake up. Open those eyes so I can see what the fuss is about.”

Knowing I’ve been caught, I open my eyes. Sitting and shoving my body up quickly so my back hits the headboard, I gaze at the beta in front of me. He’s in a low slung pair of sweatpants and nothing else, which makes my heart begin to pound.

There’s a sea of scars all over his body as well as tattoos. I’m sure they tell a story, one I’m not interested in hearing.

I don’t trust men who are this hard and beautiful, and I can see the way the tattoos crawl up his body, only sometimes hiding the scars. His caramel gaze appears amused and curious, but I’m too caught between feeling nauseous from the amount of tequila I imbibed and fear to notice how hot he is.

Or at least, that’s what I’m telling myself.

“This isn’t my bed,” I rasp, my mouth tasting like ass.

“I’m glad your brain cells still work after snuggling that tequila bottle,” the man says leaning on the footboard.

His teeth are straight and white as he smirks at me as if it’s completely normal to steal an omega from her nest. It’s unfortunate for me that this isn’t my first time.

“I want to go home,” I growl. “I’m not the type of omega that you keep.”

“You seem so sweet though,” he teases, chuckling under his breath as he moves over to pick up a sealed bottle of water and pain reliever.

He makes sure to crack the seal so I can see it hasn’t been tampered with before handing it to me and shows me the label on the bottle before shaking out two pills.

“Why were you drinking so much?” he asks.

“That’s none of your business,” I say, only drinking the water when my stomach threatens to pitch. Ugh, this asshole would deserve it if I puked on him.

The beta takes a step back as if he can read my intention on my face, shaking his head.

“Absolutely not. Be a good girl and take your pain meds,” he growls under his breath.

My middle finger immediately makes an appearance, shocking him. I may be cool, collected, and sweet on the outside, but it’s a facade. My nightmares bite and I’ve learned to biteback. I may not be good with weapons, but I keep my nails at an acceptable length so I can claw out someone’s eyes.

Sweet doesn’t mean that I’m going to accept my current fate. Popping the pills into my mouth as my head aches, I wash it down with water.

“Take me home or you’re about to have a very bad day,” I tell him.

“What, because your daughter’s pack is connected to the mafia?” he scoffs.

“No, because my daughter will cut off your tiny cock,” I reply. My day is reflecting in my tone. I’m really fucking tired and I want to hibernate in my cottage for the next month. “Where am I?”

“The Behan estate. I’m Gareth Behan,” he says, his smile never leaving his face. “My brothers didn’t tell me they found their scent match, so I went to see who they decided to reject. I immediately felt a connection so I decided to take you.”

“That’s fucking insane,” I mutter. “I’m not a plaything to take. I have a fucking life.”

“Ooh, spicy little omega,” Gareth snorts. “What life? The cottage you live in is the size of my bedroom and bathroom. A bed you happen to be in.”