Page 8 of Omega Ruined

"Oh, so I get to stay here and play nanny to your new kid? Look after your omega…" my words choked me, and I stopped talking and bit my tongue to keep from crying.

"Look, this is a bad situation for everyone involved," Charlie started.

I stared at him in shock. "How? How is this a bad situation for you? Or for Charlotte? You literally have everything you ever wanted!"

"Stop being ridiculous. We can feel you through the bond," he reminded me. "You're trying to hide from the pain but it's important you know that you matter to us. We want to be sure you are happy, too."

Pursing my lips, I waited for his revelation. Something incredible that they'd cooked up for me.

"We're not tossing you out, of course not. But there IS a place for omegas like you, where you can find a pack more suited to your needs."

"The Omega Reassignment Center?" I raised an eyebrow. "That's where I'm going?"

"We did try to find you somewhere privately, but none of the packs we spoke to were interested in an omega…" Melvin trailed off.

"An infertile omega," Charlie said what Melvin didn't want to say. "But it's fine. There are plenty of packs out there who don't want children and will be happy with you."

Happy with me. Happy to get little, leftover, broken me. I didn't move, staring into space as I contemplated my existence. I was pulled back to the present when the men stood up.

"We need to tend to Charlotte, so I think it's best if you go now," Charlie said. He walked over and leaned in to hug me, but I jerked away from him.

"We have to sign off on her, remember?" Melvin piped up.

"Shit. Yeah. Let me tell Char and we'll get this over with as soon as possible."

Now they had their perfect, pregnant omega, even getting rid of me was an annoyance.

"What about my stuff?" I looked to Lorne.

"Uh, they don't allow personal items, from what I understand."

"Oh." My mind raced, running over all the stuff I had in my room, including photos of my mom and dad before they died. "Can you… don't throw away my photos, please?"

"I'll store them," he assured me. "You can come back and pick them up when you have a pack."

As if anyone else would want me. As if I would be given a second chance. It was easy for them to pretend that once they'd washed their hands of me, I'd be in a good place and find a better home, like a dog being abandoned at the pound.

Charlie came trotting back downstairs and I looked up at Charlotte. She looked confused, peering down over the railing, but I turned away quickly and marched out the door.

It took us exactly forty-nine minutes to reach the Omega Reassignment Center. I watched the GPS count down the minutes, not speaking, even as the alphas tried to chatter about how nice it would be to have a pack that wanted me as I was.

"This time they'll know up front what your defects are," Charlie said confidently. "So no worries about this happening again or disappointing your mates."

I didn't want any more mates. I didn't want another pack. This was the worst I'd ever felt in my life, being abandoned after everything they'd put me through.

The beta at the desk in the center was a young man with sleazy eyes and greasy combed-back hair. "You have to sign off on her, so ORC has custody."

"Not a problem." Charlie gave me a smile like he was about to provide me with a great gift of some sort.

"Reason for the surrender?" The beta looked me up and down, undressing me with his eyes.

"She's infertile."

A lump formed in my throat. Everything about me was summed up in that one word.

I saw the beta wince. "Okay. That makes her pretty tough to place, so she'll be on the fast track plan to the heat dens."

"The heat dens?" My voice shook. "Forced heats?"