Silenced Omega Chapter 02

Silenced Omega Chapter 02

Laney clapped a hand over her mouth, choking back a cry.

“When Genevieve wakes up, what’s the plan for Laney?” Preston asked casually.

“You could always give her to me. You once said I seemed interested.”

Camden gave a soft laugh.

“What, you actually want the knockoff?”

“Want her?” Preston sneered.

“Genevieve is the only one for me. What the hell is Laney worth?”

“She has a similar face. That’s it. She’s not worthy of being compared to Genevieve.”

He paused, his voice turning colder.

“When this is over, we’ll dig out her gland and throw her in the Abyss. That way Genevieve won’t have to look at such an eyesore.”

“Do whatever you want,” Camden said. “The antibodies are almost ready anyway. I won’t have to keep up this act for much longer.”

Outside the door, Laney’s entire body trembled.

The raw wound on her neck throbbed as if an invisible hand were tearing it open again. Warm liquid seeped out, but she couldn’t feel the pain.

The past year twisted into something monstrous.

Camden had two personalities, he’d said.

The day-Camden was cold, temperamental, and never admitted to the cruel things he’d done.

But the night-Camden… he was gentle. He would hold her, kiss her, take her again and again.

It was all a lie.

Her family’s bankruptcy, her father’s imprisonment, her mother’s illness, her sister’s accident and coma.

All of it was a lie.

From the very beginning, it had been a trap.

They had cornered a desperate Omega, one with nowhere else to turn, just so she would willingly offer up her own body.

“Who’s there?” the butler’s voice called sharply from the end of the hall.

Laney snapped back to herself and spun around, running.

Her silk nightgown tangled around her legs. She stumbled, then scrambled toward the stairs.

The study door flew open.

Camden and Preston stood in the doorway, their faces devoid of warmth as they watched her flee.

“Catch her,” Camden said.

Laney’s heart hammered against her ribs as she raced downstairs.

She slipped into a first-floor storage room, her hands trembling as she pulled out her phone.

There was a number in her contacts she had never called. The contact name was a single letter.

A.

Archer.

Three years ago, she had saved a lone-wolf Alpha who was being hunted.

He’d told her he owed her his life.

Laney didn’t dare send a voice message. Her fingers flew across the screen.

“Help me. I’m at the Blackwood estate. They’re going to hurt me.”

Footsteps and the butler’s orders echoed from outside.

“Search every room. Mr. Blackwood said to find the Madam. Use any means necessary.”

Laney curled into a corner, clamping a hand over her mouth.

Time stretched on.

When the sounds outside grew distant, she eased the door open.

The hallway was empty.

She hugged the wall and crept toward the back door, trying not to make a sound.

Her fingers brushed the brass doorknob, and in that instant, every crystal light in the living room blazed to life.

“Laney. Where are you going so late at night?”

Laney froze.

She turned slowly.

Camden and Preston were sitting on the living room sofa as if they had been waiting for her.

“I… I couldn’t sleep. I was just going for a walk.” Her voice trembled.

Preston raised an eyebrow.

“A walk in the woods? In your nightgown? Or did you happen to overhear something you shouldn’t have?”