Run, Omega

Eva

"Didn't you just walk past her?" Christopher asked, nervousness evident in his tone. "I mean, what changed your mind?"

Alpha Lorenzo smirked, a small scoff escaping his lips, and then took my small right hand, bringing it to his face. I could only watch him like a child entranced by a new sight, unable to say a word.

"I saw the ring on her finger and thought she was married, so I decided to step away. But then, I realized she might be the one I need," he said, nodding his head and then lowering my hand.

I looked at Christopher's scowling face. He silently questioned me with his gaze: Why are you still wearing that darn ring?

I carefully observed his fingers, and pushed down the ring, which fell down to the ground before stepping my feet on it. Clenching my jaw, the bitterness and hurt pierced my chest. The pain was overwhelming, especially since I had been rejected in such a weird way.

"You don't need to take her," Christopher suddenly said. "This woman committed a felony and will be executed soon."

"What did she do?" Alpha Lorenzo asked, his eyebrows raised.

"She murdered my brother," Christopher replied, fuming. Everyone looked at me, and I quickly lowered my gaze. Hot tears streamed down my face, knowing I couldn't say anything to prove my innocence.

"How much will it cost to take her?" Alpha Lorenzo asked instead, as if he never heard what Christopher said. I quickly glanced at this man, who seemed unaffected by Christopher's words. Did he even hear him correctly?

"I said—"

"How about a hundred billion?" Lorenzo interrupted. "200? 300?" he added, seeing that Christopher remained silent. I thought he was done, but that was only the beginning.

"400? 450? 500? 550—"

"I'll take it," Christopher said quickly.

Pathetic fool, I thought, not feeling surprised one bit. Christopher's love for money was something I could never understand. I also wondered how wealthy this Alpha must be to spend that much money on me and why was he even doing that?

"You can take her and do whatever you wish with her," Christopher said, grinning foolishly. "She's all yours now."

He gestured to the jailer, who came forward, removed the handcuffs from me, and led the other prisoners away. They threw jealous and resentful glances in my direction but I averted my timid gaze away.

"You can leave us alone now," Lorenzo said. Christopher nodded and left us.

"Thank you," I said quickly, my voice small and face innocent.

"Why are you thanking me?" he scoffed, putting his hands in his pockets and acting nonchalant.

That's when it hit me—was I going to face something worse or more gruesome than death with him?

"Follow me," he said. I gulped hard and shuffled behind him. We finally left the yard and got into his car outside the gate the guards opened wide for us. He sat in the backseat while I sat in the front with the driver.

During the long, never-ending drive, I couldn't help but worry about my sister, who was probably thinking and asking about me. If only she knew what had happened. I couldn't even tell or excuse myself to see her one last time. We finally arrived in the city, and I was stunned by the beautiful modern cars, tall buildings, happy people, and modern surroundings.

It didn't take long to reach his pack, located in the heart of the city. After stopping the car, we exited and started walking through the pack house.

"Who's she?" a handsome young man asked, suddenly joining Lorenzo in front. "Let me guess, another slave?"

"No," Lorenzo replied, glancing at me. "This one is special. She's a... prisoner."

"A prisoner?" Toby asked loudly, turning to me and scanning my face, making me so uncomfortable that I had to look down. "Why was she imprisoned? She seems too timid and beautiful to have done anything wrong."

Lorenzo sighed deeply, as if frustrated by Toby's relentless questions. "I should have never supported making you the Beta, Toby. You talk way too much."

Lorenzo walked faster, seemingly trying to distance himself from Toby. I had to quicken my pace to keep up with him. We arrived at a door, which we both entered, revealing his lavishly adorned, magnificent bedroom, which left me astonished. But I had to compose myself.

"Have a seat," he said, removing his black jacket and hanging it on a stand.

I swallowed hard, reluctantly taking a seat on the sofa while watching him sit and drink a bottle of water at the counter.

"Tell me everything that happened," he said, returning to sit on the sofa opposite me. "I'll listen to you."

My teary eyes blinked. I couldn't believe someone like him was willing to hear me out. Sobbing quietly, I began telling him everything that had occurred. He sighed deeply, leaning back in his chair.

"I initially planned to make you a servants here because we need more help in the pack house. These days, you can't hire servants in cities. You have to go deep into town..." He paused, cutting the long story short. "You're free."

"Pardon?" I stuttered, thinking I misheard.

"I said you can leave, Miss Nurse," he said.

"My name is Eva," I whispered, softly, trying to be polite.

"I never asked," he said coldly. "You can go since you're now free."

I couldn't believe it! He spent that much money on me, listened to my story, felt pity, and then freed me?

"Thank you so much," I muttered, standing up and bowing. Just as I was about to open the door, his voice stopped me.

"You'd better run and hide well, Nurse," he said. I turned to face him, his eyes focused on the open document before him. "Because once I catch you, I'll tie you to me forever... just like a slave to their master."

I swallowed audibly, and without another word, I opened the door and scurried away, leaving it ajar in my haste.