Page 118 of One Flew Over the Omega's Nest: Part Three
We start to walk down the hall, and Hayden tangles his fingers with mine. “Ah, come on. Don’t be sad, Fireball. We’ve got so much fun shit to do now that we aren’t on the run or in hiding. We could, like…open up a bank account. Go to a library. Overthrow the government. I’m open to anything, really.”
“We could…go home and…practice,” Kole rumbles behind me, making goosebumps erupt across my arms.
“Mmm. That does sound fun,” West murmurs in my ear.
“You guys are gonna make it impossible for me to get anythin’ done, aren’t you?” I accuse. “How am I supposed to open my own business and change the world if I’m constantly gettin’ dicked down by my pack?”
We exit out the double doors of the hospital, entering the parking lot, and I take a deep breath, looking around. Across the street is a shopping center. Next door is a breakfast café. People are walking on the sidewalk.
It’s so mundane, but so, so significant.
We’re…free.
Sam, from the loneliness that held him captive.
West, from the pressures and expectations of his family.
Hayden, from a family that never properly loved him.
Kole, from a past he never wanted.
And me.
From the shame I had so long associated with being an omega, the weight of the pain of my childhood, and the four walls of any institution that would try to hold me.
Free.
A mixture of a shriek and a giggle leaves me when Kole tosses me over his shoulder.
“What were you thinking about?” West asks, walking behind Kole as he carries me to the car.
“Just how much things have changed over the last few months.” I grin at my beta as I reach down and squeeze Kole’s ass through his jeans. He growls playfully, tossing me into the backseat of the car.
“And that’s a…goodthing, right?” Hayden asks, getting buckled next to me.
“The best thing, Darlin’.” Especially since tonight I’m gonna tell them we need to decide on a pack name because I’m only planning on changing my name once.
Josephine Harding is dead.
I had planned on being known as Jo Gallagher, but…I want to know what the guys think of comin’ up with a whole new name. One that describes our pack as a whole.
Something like…Ironheart.
Or Steele.
Bladestorm?
I’m not sure, I’m kind of on a fantasy kick right now.
Imagine how people would piss themselves at the mention of “Pack Skullcrusher”.
Really, the possibilities are endless.
West climbs in on my other side, while Kole gets into the passenger seat, and Sam drives. My fingers find the necklace Kole gave me not so long ago, lined with the letters “FAFO”—fuck around and find out.
It mirrors the night they rescued me from Thornfield perfectly.
It’s funny how much can change in such a short amount of time.
When I look at my pack though, sending as much love as I can through our bond, and feeling all of theirs in return, I know that it’s the one thing that never will.
