Deputy Omega At Your Service

Chapter [Fourteen]

Rushing up to the barn's door, the wooden entrance shattered with a flick of my hand. I grabbed the blue tarp that hid a gray SUV and ripped it from the car. The car's parking lights flickered as I pressed the remote control. I jumped into the SUV and revved the engine before hightailing out of the abandoned barn, leaving the agents in the middle of the clearing. Their struggling figures disappeared behind a cloud of dust as I sped toward the nearest intersection, which led to the highway.

Driving at 90 m/p, I weaved past the grandma's driving on the road. Their angry honks trailed behind me. With white knuckles clenching the steering wheel, I ran through the different scenarios of how I could flee the country. First, I had to ditch the SUV; agent Benette must have seen the color and model of the car. Secondly, I needed to get ahead of the roadblocks before the authorities had the manpower to erect them.

I was so removed from reality, that I failed to see that the traffic had slowed. The familiar glow of police siren lights flickered on. Fuck! A trap! Benette must have anticipated my moves. I slammed my fist against the dashboard, leaving a massive dent behind—time to improvise. I grabbed the bag beside me and exited the SUV. The sound of incoming sirens to my back told me the agents had caught up to me.

I slammed the door shut and walked to the bridge's edge to peer over. Damn, the was no river below just a forest. But It had to do. If I slowed my descent I might land safely amongst the forest's floor. I grabbed the rough, worn-down concrete banister, the cool surface scratching against my palms. Taking a deep breath, I shifted my weight and pushed myself onto the ledge. My feet barely found their place on the edge, and I wobbled for a second, trying to steady myself against the dizzying drop below. The wind tugged at my clothes, and I clung to the gritty banister, gripping tight to keep my balance. Once stable, I rose to my feet.

"I wouldn't do that, Mr. Grant," Benette's grave voice pierced the air with authority. "There's other ways of resolving this, than taking such drastic measures."

Benette stood off to the side with his team with their weapons drawn. I scoffed as if they thought that I would be intimidated. "And what's the alternative? Being dragged in front of the Wolven Council and letting them shove me into one of their breeding facilities? As if I'd let them use me again. I'd rather die."

Agent Benette and his team fidgeted about at my declaration. Not that I was afraid of dying; it was better than the life I'd live if the pack of mutts had their claws sunk in me. I could see in my mind's vision the smug faces of the Wolven Council and my pack--especially my father. I'd never give them the satisfaction.

"There's always a solution to every problem," Benette proclaimed, inching nearer. "The Wolven Council isn't as dreadful as you proclaim they are. Their only concern was for us to take you in without excessive force. They take their duty in protecting every Omega very seriously."

I couldn't help but laugh at his idiotic statement. How could a guy be so delusional? "They don't care for us!" I spit out angrily. "They only care about their precious breeding tools not being broken beyond repair."

Slade let out a low chuckle, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth as his fingers traced along the cold, smooth barrel of his gun. "You're the delusional one, Omega. You've allowed what happened to you, years ago to jade your reality into thinking that the council and packs are out to destroy your life. You can't see past your pain and see the good you've done to a pack that sorely needed an heir."

I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat nearly choking me as I struggled to keep the tears from breaking free. My chest tightened with the memory of my pup, the pain still fresh despite the time that had passed. I shook my head, trying to push those thoughts away. I hadn't let myself cry in years, not since I decided to bury my past so deep I thought I'd never have to face it again. But now, it was clawing its way back, making it harder with every second to keep the floodgates closed.