Page 105 of Generation Omega: Revealed
“Can we just rest like this? I never want to be separated from you. I know we’ll eventually have to rejoin the world, but for right now, can we just be together?”
I kiss her forehead. “Whatever my omega wants, my omega gets.”
CHAPTER47
TILLIE
My heart wakes me, which is the last thing I want. I’m so warm, snuggled against Gideon, his arms around me and his leg thrown over me. We’re bathed in each other’s scents, fully existing in a bubble of bliss. His knot finally released us during our nap, and I already miss my new bestie. I’m deliciously wrung out, every muscle stretched, strained, and soothed in just the right way, as though I was made for wild, sexy aerobics. Thumbs up for that.
My heart thumps strangely again, reminding me why I woke. I guess it’s time to conduct my first post-bondmark heart assessment. I’m instantly drawn to the formerly hollow space that’s now full and overflowing—Gideon’s bond is complete. My fingers drift over the bondmark he gave me, and pleasant tingling erupts throughout my body.
Gideon purrs sleepily. “Oh, baby girl, why are you awake?”
“I don’t know, but I feel something new—I think it’s you.”
He nuzzles against my head, inhaling me as though our scents aren’t still thick in the room.
My heart raggedly beats again—no, notragged… lumbering maybe? That’s still not right. “Do you feel my heart right now?”
Gideon doesn’t answer with spoken words, instead opening himself to me and revealing exactly what he feels. I sigh at how pleased he is, how happy—happier than he’s ever been to be beside me, to be mine as much as I’m his. I respond, sending him my absolute giddiness about my fated mate.
He hums, kissing my head.
My funky heart beats again, and I get downright testy. I want more sleepy—perhaps sexy—time with my alpha, not another round of guessing games with my complicated heart communication system.
“What is it?” Gideon murmurs.
“Something’s different.”
“Describe it to me, because the cadence is normal—that’s the part I feel. Your heart connections to your other alphas apparently aren’t my department.” He sounds a little miffed about that.
My other alpha connections…ugh. It’s so much easier to wrap myself in Gideon and forget the rest of the bunch. I know it can’t last. Ours isn’t anMFMpack, though the thought of spending my entire life in the middle of a Gideon/Ethan sandwich is so lust inducing, that I might need to climb aboard Gideon again and ride until we both collapse.
Before I get carried away, my stinking heart beats again and I’m forced to confront the question currentlyknot-blockingme. Okay, let the heart assessment commence. Gideon is at the beginning of the stumbling progression. Then Thatcher and Kazimir emerge, like angry notes attempting to drown each other out—the physical distance between them is still there. After them, that’s where things get wonky, a new dropping sensation at the end of every heartbeat.
Wait, no…nota drop, a presence.
Gideon is the beginning.
Thatcher and Kazimir are the middle.
A fluttery fear takes hold of me as I confront exactly what I’m feeling, the pulsing in the dormant, hollow spaces. Only, they aren’t dormant now. A wave of dizziness washes over me as my beacon heart not only receives a message from a great distance, but sends its answer. Heat instantly prickles at my skin, and I can’t stop my body from trembling.
Gideon senses the change and sits up, taking me with him, the room too dark to see anything. “What’s happening?”
My voice is breathy, my emotions frazzled. “My final two alphas… they’ve beencalledorinfectedorchosen—however we’re looking at it today. They’re on their way to me right now.” I grip Gideon’s muscled arm as my heart summons the strangers who will soon join our pack. Desire spools recklessly, along with expectation, need, and more than a little concern.
What wins first prize in my reaction parade is a desperate urgency. “Gideon, we have to leave. We can’t stay here. If they reach me here, then this is where…no, not here. It’s not safe. Thisisn’tmy nest. I don’t want to be here with so many strangers everywhere and an armed militia. It’s not right—itcan’thappen here.”
In the midst of my flash-fire panic, I think of exactly where I want to be, my beautiful nest hidden in an attic where no one will find us. I share my memories with Gideon, showing him Ethan’s gift, every single detail that proves how perfect it is and always will be. I loved it before I was an omega, and now, as an omega, Ineedit.
Gideon’s pride and amazement in the depth of Ethan’s love reaches me.
“He was even willing to share it with you, if I’d wanted to invite you back to my love nest when we first met.” Tears well in my eyes at the memory, but my worries won’t back down.
“I can’t wait to get to know him better. Sweetheart, you know we can’t go back to San Francisco—not now. But I’ll get you back there as soon as I can. For now though…”
Gideon doesn’t finish his thought before his cell phone vibrates. He leans and turns on the light.
