Alpha Omega

I bite back, bitch!

Two men in Psi uniform step forward from behind Madame, one on each side of the long, stainless-steel bench, eliminating any means of escape unless we want to jump it. Even then, we'd have to barrel past the third man in a Sigma uniform and the fat-assed albatross herself before we got out of the kitchen, and then the rest of the pack house before we even have a chance of running to another territory which is easier said than done considering we are smack centre of the largest pack on the continent, as I mentioned before. I probably wouldn't be able to outrun them as an eighteen-year-old. Sweet old Janet probably wouldn't even make it to the door.

Janet, my beautiful, sweet Janet, cries out, crumbling to the floor. Maven and I reach out to catch her and I eye the two advancing guards. 

"Don't!" I scream at them. I guess the desperation in my voice gave them pause, because they both stop, looking unsurely back at the Sigma standing beside albatross. Fine, I turn to him and the Albatross. 

"Please, don't do this! Nobody told us anything!" I plead with him. 

He looks directly at my forehead, avoiding eye contact, pussy, "We have orders to seize the chef responsible for this Miss, I suggest you don't go causing yourself any more trouble over this or we'll be taking you both up." I sniff, using my wolf to smell the truth and determination in his voice. A new skill I'd hoped I'd have more time to master before it became a life-or-death situation.

I cry out in frustration, glancing back at the elderly lady slumped in my best friends' arms. I look up, directly into Berta's eyes, "I did it." 

Her eyes narrow, "You're wearing my patience thin, girl. Step aside and let the nice men do their jobs." She sneers. 

I plant myself firmly in front of Janet, arms out to ward off the soldiers on either side of me. 

"What are you doing Kai?" Maven hisses from his position crouched beside the sobbing woman. 

"Shush." I focus on the wart-nosed Albatross blocking my path to freedom, "I did it. You told me yourself, 'no fish' and I forgot to tell Janet. It is entirely my fault." 

Did she tell me that? No. I just have to hope all that cigarette smoke hasn't clotted her brain enough for her to figure out what I'm doing. Or, if she does, I hope she will take the bait. 

Madame and her considerable curves sway closer to me, "What are you up to now Omega?" 

I lift my chin, lowering my voice, "C'mon now fugly. I hate you, you hate me, I know you want me gone. I'm giving you a free ticket here. Seems like a win-win to me. You leave her alone, get rid of me instead and No-body has any inkling that there was any miscommunication between the trusted housekeeper of the Pack and the Omegas'. You get away without a scene and Janet stays down here and everyone gets their delightfully fluffy pancakes and five-star steaks every day. Hmm?" 

Berta narrows her eyes, but it doesn't take long before she nods to the guards, "Take her." 

"No!" Janet cries weakly. 

Maven looks into my eyes as the guards roughly grab my arms, binding them being my back. I wink with false bravado before getting shoved out of the room. 

So, right about now I guess is my walk to the gallows. I suppose I should be wallowing or plotting my escape or planning my headstone (Here lies Kiya Rose, she lived, she died, no piece of rock can convey how utterly, unequivocally, beautifully talented and smart and gracious and funny and beautiful and....) 

My thoughts are cut short as we emerge from the servant closet and enter the east wing. Maven was right, It's been a few years since I've been in here and they've been redecorating. I'd like to say I like it but, I mean, I have no idea why they need a loveseat every five meters and by my count, no less than three vases of massive bouquets between each lounge. Welp, better get some answers before I die right? Sucking in coruage thorugh my teeth, I peek around at the massive guards escorting little old me.