Page 89 of The Omega Archives: Part Three

I tried to hold the kid back, but he just wouldn’t listen.

“I told you, I’m not letting them take her,” he said with such determination in his voice.

I guess he just never thought about what was going to happen if he was taken. What would happen to Ella who looked like a shell of the vibrant woman I knew she was?

A scent match was taken away.

A bonded mate, even though it was an unwanted one, was taken away moments after he tore into her neck.

My teeth clenched harder as I tried to keep my anger frustration and utter agony inside myself, though I was certain the rest of my pack could feel it through our bond. Though, we were all feeling similarly.

Demetri may be worse than all of us for having the opportunity and not doing anything sooner to help her versus the whole picture. Even if it was over now.

Everything.

“Marko?” Ella whimpered once, one of the first things I heard her clearly say.

We all shifted to listen closer.

I rubbed her back. “He’s ok. Just needed to be patched up. He’ll be here soon.”

She hummed and cried against me more. This time, her cries were more forceful than before, and I couldn’t decide whether I was glad she was awake yet. They were soft, pitiful sobs that she couldn’t help but let loose, though her voice sounded scratchy and rough from yelling.

My heart ached. My body ached.

I wanted to scream right along with her the whole time. Now we had her. We had our omega with us and yet she still felt miles away.

Eventually, we pulled up to the driveway, but she remained still.

“You’re home, Ella.”

Her forehead creased as she burrowed into me. Maybe she was too far into the heat. Or maybe, I glanced over towards Demetri looking back at us through the review with a tight jaw and worry written all over his face, we had a whole lot more work to do until she ever thought of us as home ever again.

But I was willing to do this. Somehow we were going to make this better.

Ella deserved it.

She deserved all of me.

All of us.