“Get out of here!”
Father’s voice rumbles through the loathsome ambience. With my sight stuck on the floor, I get to my feet. Thankfully, Lola Magda’s hand on my back sends comfort to me. Because of her touch, my clenched fists loosen a bit while my eyes dry on their own.
For a short while, there’s an immensely savage silence. The only thing that’s making noises are the unsettling wide eyes of the omegas and gammas around us.
“I won’t be back here ever again,” I say, still refusing to meet my father’s eyes. “And don’t expect me to marry Olivia. That won’t happen.”
Just as I’m lifting my foot away from my father, my phone vibrates. I push forward as I check my phone’s notification. It’s an email from an unknown sender. What makes the email eerie is the bizarre message that reads: ‘If
