Page 100 of The Omega

I looked at the pastries dusted with powdered sugar and the coffee pumped full of delicious caramel creamer, feeling my stomach roll in on itself. “I’ll eat after they decide.”

The shifters on the other couches in the room weren’t all Omegas. It was the team of lawyers in power suits who I watched, waiting for them to finish typing away on their tablets and whispering notes to each other now.

“I think we have everything we need.” The eldest female of the bunch stood, offering me her hand. “This will work. Or we’ll make it work. We’ll be in touch once we get them to accept all the terms of our proposal.”

The breath rushed from my lungs as I stood and eagerly thanked her. No way it was this easy.

Looking around the posh room, I had to wonder if there was anything money couldn’t buy.

“I know what you’re thinking, and no, you can’t pay us back,” the Omega director said as the lawyers left the room. “We have a fund set up for all Omegas that you have full access to.”

I thought of my mom and the shack I’d grown up in, but for the first time, I didn’t feel bitter toward the Omega community for abandoning her. I’d learned a lot in the past eighteen hours about the lengths they had gone to and all the help my mom denied.

I don’t know if I’d ever understand why she’d chosen the path that she did. And it wasn’t just me caught in her darkness. She’d pulled Alpha Journey in too, even though she didn’t love him the way he loved her.

Then again, what kind of a mess would I be if Atlas and Dorian didn’t want me?

“Thank you,” I told the director.

“You’re very welcome.” She grinned ear to ear as she linked arms with her secretary and they both skipped from the room. “This is so exciting. I love love.”

I picked up the pastry and took a bite. Raspberry filling hid beneath the pillowy folds of pastry dough.

My favorite!

Penelope smiled approvingly. “Now, are you sure you want to do this?” She motioned to my unmarked neck. “They haven’t quite come through on their end. We can delay. Make them grovel a bit more if you need.”

Oh… Tempting.

“It’s fine.” I licked the sugar off my fingers. “I know my Alphas. They’re just waiting for the right moment to do something big.”

“If you’re positive…”

A commotion outside the doors had Penelope’s eyes widening and her heart thumping hard as she took a cautious step back.

I touched her shoulder, sending a wave of calming magic. “Sorry about that. Looks like my guys are here.”

“You can’t go in there!” The burly male voices of security echoed in the quiet halls.

Atlas was the first person through the conference room doors, bulldozing in like a freight train. “Opal.” He spoke my name like a prayer.

“That’s our mate in there!” Dorian yelled, fighting off the guards.

Did he say our mate? I almost pumped my fist in the air.

My wolf rolled her eyes. Took them long enough.

“They’re with me!” I called out, meeting the director’s frightened eyes as she cowered in the hall.

She breathed a sigh of relief and stood to tell security to back off.

Atlas crossed the room in two steps as Dorian burst in next. I only had a moment to feel the tiniest bit guilty about the dark circles under their eyes before Atlas kneeled at my feet.

Even at this angle, his presence was domineering, but he was gentle as he took my hand. “I’m so sorry, princess, for whatever we did and whatever caused you to want to leave us.”

He spoke for both of them, like they were a team. Happy tears filled my eyes.

“Don’t cry.” Pain creased Atlas’s face as he looked up at me. “We’re not perfect, but please let us keep trying to be what you need.”