Into Her Own Hands

As Frank leaves, I take one last look at Rodick. He's staring at the floor trying to conceive how his omega turned out to be the daughter of the man he tried to kill.

I almost feel bad for him, except it's his own fault.

I walk away from the cell to approach Olivia, who sits staring blankly at the wall across from her, worried.

"Stop worrying, baby. Your father is a righteous man, he's not going to kill me. He might beat me and try to kick me out of the clan, but in time when his anger goes away, he'll let me come back," I assure with my hand stroking her hair, trying to pass all my positivity to her. I don't understand why she's so worried, it's like she doesn't know her own father.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," she mumbles and tries to smile. I move my hand from her hair to pull down the turtleneck of her shirt so I can see my mark. Fück, it's beautiful. Soon, she’ll be able to proudly show it off, but I understand that for the moment she should hide it, "Daniel, can you stay