Page 40 of Omega Scorned

"Okay, if you want."

Inside the sterile room, I had to strip out of my clothes and hand them over to the agent who bagged them. It was a little uncomfortable being naked in front of Oren, but he stayed beside me, just out of the way and didn't leer at me. Not that I'd expected that kind of behavior from him.

Once the agent had taken all the photos, she had the nurse do the rape kit. Oren stood facing the head of the bed, right beside me, holding my hand the whole time. All I had to do was look up into his green eyes and try not to think about what was happening. He talked to me gently throughout, describing how Jude had nearly gone feral at the thought of my disappearance when I hadn't answered my texts.

"That man will never leave your side. We're going to have to support him because I don't think he'll do any modeling now," Oren chuckled. "You are literally everything he's ever wanted."

"What about you? You're his omega."

Oren grinned, "Sure, but you're his scentmatch."

"He's a beta, can we be scentmatches?"

"Think about it, do you think he's yours?"

"Yes."

"There you go." Oren bent and kissed my forehead just as the nurse finished up.

"The physical part is over, but we still need your testimony," the agent said quietly.

Sitting there in borrowed sweatpants and a T-shirt, I recounted everything I could remember about the attack. It was exhausting, but finally, we were done. Oren led me out to where the others awaited and finally, I could go home.

Nightmares

Jude

Emilia was so exhausted from everything she'd been through that she fell asleep on my shoulder on the way home. Her spun silk hair hung over her face and I gently pushed it back. Her poor face had taken a beating. She was black and purple with some yellowing spots that would only get worse as she healed.

"She's so strong," Grayson said quietly from where he sat on the other side of our omega. "I will never forgive myself for not getting her out of there sooner."

"At least she can stay with us now," Santi reminded him. "And we're not on the run." He pulled up in front of our house. It was dark out. We'd been at the hospital for hours waiting for her to finish up.

"I've got her," Grayson said. A flash of jealousy went through me, but he was her alpha. I could share. Probably.

He unclipped her seatbelt and lifted her in his arms, easing out into the chilly air.

Emilia jerked upright in his arms and screamed. The terror in her voice echoed around the neighborhood and we all closed rank around her, surrounding our omega with our scents.

"Shit." Santi turned to look where her eyes were fixed… on the house next door.

"We can't stay here," I said. "Get her back in the car, Grayson."

"I'll pack for us," Oren said, heading straight for the house."

Santi followed him and I stood there, torn about where to go. Part of me wanted to make sure no one came out of the neighboring house, but I also wanted to make sure we had anything she might need.

"Jude, they've got it. Come help me with her." Grayson sounded in control and it was just what I needed.

Emilia had stopped screaming, but she was staring at her old house with fear in her eyes. I climbed into the seat beside Grayson, since he still held her, and closed the door behind me.

"Hey, focus on me," I told her.

Chocolate brown eyes turned to me, but she was still terrified.

"Good girl. We're not staying here. Not near them. Okay?"

She nodded, letting out a shuddering breath. "Thank you."