Knot So Perfect Omega (Omega Match #1)(62)

“Open the door for them. They aren’t the enemy, Kayla.”

The doorbell rang and I ran back to the living room, seeing the view of the front door on the display signaling someone was at the front door. How the hell did they open the front gate?

I hung up on Dr. Wilkins and quickly dialed Beck’s number. “Come on… come on.”

“Hello?” Fucking Brian. What the hell was he doing answering Beck’s phone?

“Uh… can I speak to Beck?” I watched in horror as one of the OPS agents got a crowbar from a bag they were carrying. “It’s urgent.”

“They are in an interview at the moment. Can I take a message?” Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“OPS agents are here, and I need to speak to him immediately.” You fucking two-faced asshole.

“I’ll give him the message.” He hung up, and I resisted the urge to chuck my phone in anger.

The agent lifted the crowbar to the door, and I did the only thing I could think of… run to the backyard. I disarmed the alarm so they wouldn’t know I was trying to run. I should have paid more attention when Rio was explaining how to just turn off the alarm to certain areas of the house.

I ran along the back and to the side of the house, dialing Kane’s number next. He picked up right away. “Kane-”

“Kane’s in an interview. Are you trying to be a pain in the ass?” Did Brian have all of their phones? Why the hell would they leave their phones with him?

“Who is it?” I heard Kane ask from a distance.

“Someone trying to reach you about your car’s extended warranty.”

“Wait!” Click.

Motherfucker. They had no clue he couldn’t even be trusted with watching cell phones. There was no use in my trying the other two, plus I needed to get away so I had time to come up with a plan.

I ran down the stairs on the side of the house next to the garage and peeked around the edge. The agents had pulled into the driveway and left the gate open. If I could just make it out, I could hide nearby until they left or until the guys realized I had been the one who had called.

Maybe I should let OPS take me, otherwise, I was going to murder a beta and end up in prison.

I took a deep breath and sprinted across the driveway to the gate, not looking back as I rounded the edge of the gate onto the sidewalk. Now what?

I continued running, hoping by the time they realized I wasn’t in the house, I’d be somewhere safe.

The street and sidewalk sloped downward out of the neighborhood, and I picked up speed. I was flying across the pavement, my breaths ragged and my feet burning from the flatness of my shoes.

Until I wasn’t.

My foot caught on a crack from a piece of cement that was slightly lifted, and I went flying forward, my phone smashing to smithereens as I collided with the ground.

I cried out, my hands and knees taking the brunt of the fall. My wrist twinged and blood oozed from the scrapes on my palms and forearms.

It took everything in me not to just lie there and wallow, but I had to keep moving because the agents would see me when they left. A woman sprawled out on the sidewalk would be hard to miss.

My phone was busted, the screen in a million cracks, and I slid it into my back pocket, hoping the contents on it were salvageable.

I started walking, looking for anywhere that might be a good place to hide when the gate right in front of me slid open and an SUV pulled through.

N’Pact.

The SUV stopped right in my path across the sidewalk as the driver scanned the street. If I could just dash in through their gate, I could hide there until the championship was over.

The back window rolled down and one of the members of N’Pact, Cal, stuck his head out. “Hey, you all right?”

I looked over my shoulder, worried the agents were right behind me. “I’m fine. I just…”

Cal opened the door and got out. “You’re hurt. Is there someone we can call for you?”

“Cal, leave the girl be. We were supposed to be at the stadium half an hour ago.” I knew that voice. Alvaro Estrada, alpha of the pack that made up the band.

“The stadium? Can you give me a ride?” They wouldn’t try anything, would they? I was out of options.

Cal’s eyes darkened as he stepped closer to me. “Who do you belong to, omega?”

My jaw opened at the protective tone in his voice. “Thomas pack. They… I… my phone is broken. I need to get to them.”

“Cal! Come on, man!”

Cal turned his head. “Shut up! This is the Gnomes’ girl.” He turned back to me. “What is going on here?”

“OPS. Please. I need to get to them.” I didn’t like to purposely whine, but I did, and all the heads in the SUV turned to look out at me.

“OPS? Are they mistreating you?” Cal lifted his hand like he was going to reach for me, but then thought better of it.

“No, it’s complicated. I’ll tell you on the way?” I knew it was risky being scared and getting into a vehicle of alphas, but I had no other choice. “They would do the same if your omega was in trouble.”

Cal narrowed his eyes, his nostrils flaring slightly. I didn’t know what button I’d pushed, but apparently them and omegas were a sensitive subject.

“Get in the front. We’re respectable alphas, but you also smell amazing and are injured.” Cal walked around the back of the SUV to the passenger side. “Out.”