The Omegas Second Chance

Chapter 15

Levi

As soon as I saw the papers on Shayna's desk, it was as if a switch flipped. I was calm and collected this morning. I had a few meetings I had been prepared for. I had just finished my morning run. I was excited about the weekend and getting to just have a moment to relax after being on the go and working around the clock on difficult cases this week. Cases that were plaguing me more so than usual. Cases that I wanted to forget.

I took a special interest in civil cases and family law, although I practiced nearly everything from corporate law, family law, and even dabbled in tax and criminal cases. But family law hit very close to home after what my mother's family attempted to do to her before she met my father. Those memories still haunt her and I make it my specialty to put those who hurt others in their proverbial places. We had lawyers in our practice that specialized in one specific practice and others who took on multiple facets of law, like myself. I was never good at just one thing. I needed to do it all, handle it all. My mind was not one track, it had a million different paths running and so many avenues I could take, so I took them all.

This morning, I came in earlier than usual to get a head start on my day to get out of the office sooner. So imagine my surprise when I saw Shaynas stuff at her desk, and her not there. I am not ashamed to admit that I snooped. I wanted to see a glimpse into her. One that she never let anyone see. All week I had been pressing her harder, pushing her outside of her comfort zone. I wanted to see more of her. I wanted to know more about her and doing so was extremely hard. She was shut down and guarded more securely than Guantánamo Bay. I noted her perfume that she always wore sitting on the top of her open purse. I saw her phone lit up with a message from Miles, who I found out was her son. I opted to give her the privacy that was her right and not read the message, though I was curious about how their relationship was. Were they close? Was he good to his mother? Was he a typical teenager? What brought them back to Tamino Falls?

But when I continued to scan the contents of her desk, I froze on a neatly stacked set of papers. Papers that had screenshots printed on them. Messages that turned my stomach and boiled my blood. Words that shouldn't be spoken to anyone. Did someone say this to her? Her son? I took a closer look and saw the contact name of "dad" and I bared my teeth in anger despite being alone. I may be a man dressed in a designer suit, but I was still a werewolf and right now I was feeling more animal than man. I took a closer look at the messages and the timestamp and logged everything I could in the recesses of my mind until I could get more information from the source. Were there similar messages on her phone? Did this man speak to her that way? Treat her in a similar manner? I didn't even know the guy and I wanted to rip his f*****g throat out. I roared out my anger, unable to contain it any longer, and slammed my hand down on her desk.

I grabbed the papers tight in my grasp and spun around trying to find the woman I needed to see and speak with. She wasn't in my office or in the attached bathroom that I had there for nights that I had to stay longer than usual. She wasn't in the halls or at the elevator. There was a beeping noise and a heavenly smell coming from the lounge and my feet were moving without any thought towards the scent that I knew had everything to do with a certain little omega.

My steps were purposeful and loud. She was skittish and easily startled from what I had gathered from observing her since she started working here. Another clue to the puzzle that I currently had in my grasp. She was scared of someone, and she had run from somewhere back to a town that didn't have very many good memories for her. One would only do that when it was the only option and when they were running from something far scarier and more dangerous than the memories that plagued them.

The smell of coffee and espresso filled the air and whatever she was heating up had my mouth practically watering. I had to shake my head. I wasn't there for food. I wasn't there for coffee. I was there to confront the little minx about what she was hiding and force her to let me in. I wasn't going to take no for an answer and if that made me an asshole I didn't care. If I have learned anything over the years since my high school graduation, it's that no one, and I mean absolutely no one, deserves to be treated as less than and these messages were utterly despicable.

I threw open the door and the object of my recent dreams was standing there gaping at me. She wasn't dressed in a flowing floral dress that hugged the curves of her chest and waist and flowed in loose waves down to her ankles. Her blonde hair was tied in a chignon at the base of her head and her makeup was light and airy. She was f*****g stunning. Her cheeks were flushed a bright pink and her mouth dropped into an o-shape as she took in my stance and posture. Her brown eyes were wide but not with fear, just surprise.

My wolf was divided on whether we wanted the answers to our questions or if we wanted to take her up against us and rut her to high heaven. My c**k throbbed and thickened at the thought of even getting my hands on her. She backed up a step and every instinct I had said to chase, to hunt, to catch. Prey, prey, she was my prey. I needed answers and she was going to run. I took a step closer and for every advance I made, she took another step backwards. She had a scent of fear, but it wasn't strong. It was as if it was an afterthought to whatever emotion she was feeling right now.

When I was close enough to her, I held up the papers I found in my hand. Her glowing skin lost some of its luster and she paled. I begged for answers. No, I demanded answers. I laid bare every thought I had about what I had read on these messages. I told her what I wanted, what I desired. I told her that I wanted to avenge her in a sense. I told her I wanted to get her justice and, truthfully, I would. I will. I would deliver her his head on a silver platter if that was what she wanted. And it was at this moment that I realized that she had barely said two words to me, and I was under her spell. I was obsessed. I wanted her and I made a promise to myself at that moment that I would have her.

I caged her in. Her heart thundered in her chest and the heat of her body warmed mine as I got closer and closer. Her lashes fluttered against her delicate cheek bones, and she had to tilt her head back to look at me. She was a tiny little thing. My eyes searched hers. They were so f*****g pretty. I cupped her cheek, unable to stop myself from touching her, and was surprised when she leaned into my hold. Heat flared in my skin where we touched, and I never wanted to let go. I don't even think she realized I was cradling her face as I pleaded with her to tell me who did this to her. Promising her safety and retribution.