Page 101 of Generation Omega: Revealed
Uncertainty and fear toy with me, presenting all the reasons I’m not worthy of my place here. I don’t fight them. I allow them to do their worst, like always. I’ll remain standing. I certainly won’t surrender now, when I have more to live for, fight for, embrace with all my might, than I’ve ever had.
Gideon studies me, seeing more than anyone ever has. What’s clear is that he’s waiting, but for what? I already gave him permission to getprimalwith me. But how much do words matter to the forces at work between us? He’s not Gideon Blake right now—he’s an alpha. Even feral,especiallyferal, my alpha is attuned to more than my words. He’s connected to my mind, my heart, and my soul. I suddenly know what he’s waiting for, but am I ready?
Will I ever be the same if I set my omega free?That’s the question I inwardly ask.
No—not the same. You’ll bloom. You’ll understand what it means to live in the garden. On the other side of your hesitation is a truth that must be known.
I almost ask if I’ll lose myself, but I already know the answer—it’s tied to what comes next for me. It’s time to leave behind everything that doesn’t define me anymore and make room to become an omega with one foot in the garden and the other in a world that needs tending.
The alpha version of Gideon Blake is impressive, compelling enough that I can’t help leaning toward him and lightly kissing his lips for the first time. I nibble on his lush lower lip, while his purr builds into a tempting growl that inspires a surge of moisture between my legs. He allows me to kiss him and kisses me back with incredible skill, but his control remains steadfast.
I inhale his salted caramel, staring into his eyes for a long moment. I want to remember this, the second I fully accept this gift that was given to me and choose to become an omega.
When I’m finally ready, I realize that I don’t know how to release my omega—it’s not like there’s an actual cage to open. But then I understand the truth my doubts concealed. I don’t need tosether free—I need to stop holding her back. She isn’t separate from me. Sheisme, the most passionate, uncompromising, powerful part of me. She’s my authentic self, unburdened by all the masks I’ve forced her to wear to endure a life that was never mine.
I’m meant to be here—I always was.
I am an omega.
A chain breaks inside me, one that never belonged but existed so long I grew accustomed to its heavy weight and its cold confinement. There was a chain around the inner garden in my soul, and I didn’t even know.
Questions erupt in my mind. Is everyone bound like this? Is this what the omega is meant to reveal? The limitations imposed on us before we can imagine the infinite wonder our lives could be—is that what’s wrong with the world?
A husky, sinister growl draws me back, shielding me from all concerns about the outside world. My alpha—myfortress—demands all my attention.
I thought I was aroused before, but the second I drop all resistance and become the omega, I’m owned by ravenous need. I whimper, the sharpness of my desire the most delicious pain I’ve ever known. It’s a call so pure I can’t hear anything else.
Our hearts beat together, two drums thumping within us. But he’s still hesitating, and I don’t know why. Thinking, even forming words, is more challenging now, as my body reaches for the euphoria of his scent, his power, and the promise of our bond. Instinct propels me to move, to writhe against him, coating him with the proof of my arousal.
But he’s still waiting—whyis he waiting, and what is he waiting for?
Something snaps in me and I snarl at him, like a petulant lioness in heat.
Gideon curls his lip and his roar answers me, the pressure of his unspoken command crashing into me.
Oh…
I get it now.
Wow…
The first alpha needs to dominate his omega before he claims her, bites her, bonds her.
“Please, alpha.”
But my words don’t matter to him. He’s reading my body, scenting my readiness, observing my beaded nipples, the sheen of sweat already covering me, and…oh, the way my core pulses in time with the rapid pounding of our hearts.
His salted caramel is so thick in the air, I want to open my mouth and catch it like snowflakes falling from the sky.
My scent—I still don’t know my own scent. Gideon’s hand finally moves and brushes over my breast, teasingly traveling lower, until it’s just above the pulsing beacon between my legs. With one fingertip, he circles my clit as I moan, and then he penetrates my wet heat with two fingers, sliding them in before bringing them out again.
He raises his hand and holds his slick fingers before my mouth. “Taste, baby girl.” His voice is so different, but he’s still my Gideon.
I lean and take his fingers into mouth, sucking hard. The explosion of flavor shocks me. It’s so sweet and I know it’s mine, orange and vanilla with a little spice. But it’s not just that, I taste his caramel too. Together, we are decadent. I’m instantly higher than a kite, floating in space, bound to the earth only by the pull of my alpha.
Gideon hums his approval, and I can almost hear the chains breaking inside him. His alpha is tearing out of his cage, now that he knows I’m ready for him.
“Bite me, alpha,” I whine. “Please.”
