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"What the fuck?"
"We'll talk about it later. Just get me out of here."
"Imogen? What is the meaning of this?" A shrill omega asks from the crowd. Her blonde hair and soft features, the same square jawline, tell me this is Imogen's mother. She pushes her way through the crowd, standing in front of Stevens Pack. "Imogen, what on earth do you think you're doing?"
"What am I doing?" Imogen growls. "They tied me up!" She screams, pointing to Stevens. They hold their hands up, saying a bunch of shit like they don't know what she's talking about, while Cass and Red start shouting back. But everyone quiets when she speaks again.
"They tied me to a bedpost because I was a misbehaving little omega, and they bought and paid for an obedient one. They said it was your idea, Mother! How could you?"
The woman gasps dramatically, hand coming to her chest. "I have no idea what you're talking about, young lady. This is all very untoward. I'm certain Kenneth would never do such a thing—"
The man in question cuts her off. "This crazy omega bitch is lying. If this is the breeding stock your family produces, we want nothing to do with it. The wedding is off."
Imogen wrenches free of Cass and Red's grasp, and she stomps right up to Kenneth. "There was never any wedding, you lying, stupid… jerkface! I have mates. And they're ten times the man you'd ever be, and I wouldn't marry you if you were the last man on earth. You're a predator, and you disgust me."
Then she pulls her arm back and punches Kenneth right in the face. The crowd gasps while Kenneth, who's barely bleeding, snaps at Imogen.
I step in between them and pull her shoulders back. "That was beautiful, baby. But remind me to add some fighting techniques to your workout routine."
Imogen smiles up at me. I kiss her forehead, then turn to Kenneth. "A little more like this," I tell her, then punch Kenneth so hard he falls flat on his back, out cold. It barely scratches the surface of what I want to do to him.
Imogen turns to her mother, shaking her head. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I could have forgiven you for everything else. Selling me to them. For the way you've treated me my entire life. You're a product of our society, and perhaps it was wrong of me to expect more from you. But you told them to lock me in a nest until the wedding. Who knows what they would have done to me," her voice shakes. "As far as I'm concerned, you're just as culpable as they are. I never want to see you again."
"Imogen, don't be ridiculous—"
She doesn't listen to a word her mother says in defense, she just turns her back on the woman, who has the audacity to roll her eyes like her daughter is being overly dramatic.
I take a quick glance around our people and determine its time to go. We pile out, and while Phe shouts her goodbyes to Imogen, we don't pause for a long goodbye.
It was the right choice because as soon as we get in the car, Imogen falls apart. At first, with Cass driving as fast as he can to get us home, she tries to smile, using her mask to hold herself together, but her omega knows she's safe and can let it all go.
By the time we get back to the warehouse, she's sobbing.
Until we get upstairs, and in the kitchen, she rips off her dress, bra, and panties.
"Burn these," she says. I take them from her, stuffing them in a bag.
"Tell us what you need, Im," Red encourages.
She stands a little taller. "I'm okay. I swear. I was really scared, but I got out of there before they could do anything. I'm just glad it's over. And I'm home."
Cass kisses her cheek, then lifts her up, cradling her in his arms. "You're home. Now let's wash the party off you and start our life together, yeah?"
"Yeah. That's perfect," she whispers, voice quaking.
We take Imogen to the nest. Cass washes her while Red and I change clothes, and we spend the night together, eating and watching movies and indulging our omega in whatever way she needs.
"It's finally over," Red says, kissing her temple.
"Almost," she says.
Chapter 34
Cass
"You see this shit?" Red hands me his phone. It's an article from The Cove Herald, the only reputable newspaper in town. I smile and hand it back.
Enzo and I spent one week reviewing all the documents he stole from Stevens. Enzo might be a numbers and tech genius; the man could be a forensic accountant if he felt like it, but I know criminals. Together, we found campaign fraud going back over a decade.
