Page 26 of Generation Omega: Revealed
Her pout magnifies. “You don’t have to worry about me. Demon mother, remember?”
“There’s something about being an omega that’s already becoming clear to me. Idohave to worry about you and everyone else. You’re already in danger because you know what no one else does, maybe even more than my alpha knows.Youknow who I am. You can’t know where I’m going next or who my alpha is, and you definitely can’t be part of this. It’s too dangerous.”
“Butyouare the one who matters—not me.”
“That’s not true. We all matter. That’s the point of all of this.” I glance out the window at the shades of pink streaking across the sky, grateful that darkness will soon follow. Then I turn back to Kip. “There’s something you can do that could end up saving my life.”
“I’ll do anything.”
“When you get home, post everywhere that an omega has revealed andhe’son his way north. Get everyone you know to post different things, that he’s heading south to the docks or the airport, hitchhiking, stole a car, being taken to Canada by a secret omega society. Create as many trails as you can to keep my enemies busy. Hopefully, that will give me time to find mypack.” That word makes me tingle, even with the pain and the weariness that refuse to be ignored.
Kip grumbles, “I should do more than that.”
Ethan glows with pride and looks smug as he responds for me. “The omega is telling you what she needs. Are you going to argue or respect her wishes?”
Kip groans. “You sound like my freaking brothers.” She blows out an overly long breath as though we’re annoying her within an inch of her life. “Okay,fine, but you can find me on all the socials. I’m @kypsiebelle all over the place.Please, message me if there’s anything I can do to help.” Her eyes brighten. “Everyone was already streaming videos at the event, and with what the professor said, I bet there’s already thousands of posts about the omega.Project Misdirectionis going to be fun. I’m on it.”
“Thank you.”
Kip jolts like she got zapped. “My gym bag is in the back. There’s a humongous hoodie—I accidentally banged a guy at the gym and felt like I should take a souvenir.” Her nervous laughter bubbles up and I smile.
“Accidental banging is a thing—can’t be helped.”
“Right?!” She grins. “There are clothes in there and some other stuff. You don’t even have a bag.”
Ethan meets my gaze, his thoughts probably where mine are, back with the tutu-wearing bears before all of this began. “Our stuff is safe. We’ll get back to it when we can.”
“I hate leaving you guys to face this, but I’ll do as you asked. Oh, you guys need to lose the flowers. There’s makeup remover in my bag and some money. Just take the whole thing.”
When I start to protest, Kip scowls and practically dives out of the open door to retrieve the bag.
Once she’s gone, Ethan looks at me as though I’m everything. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
“We’re going to survive this.”
I nod, not ready to say anything that might jinx us. Reach my alpha—that’s all I can think about, the only thing that’s holding me together when everything is trying to tear me apart.
Outside the Bronco, we meet Kip at the back, where Ethan takes the bag from her and thanks her. I smile at her, enjoying the sight of her omega apparel, finally able to take it in without all the other sights, sounds, and chaos of the day. Her entire ensemble is flawless, with lovely pink cherry blossoms on her cheek, an adorable scoop-neck, pink chiffon princess dress that ends at her knees, with white tights below it and the cutest pink lace-up boots, just like mine, only hers have cherry blossoms decorating the sides. She also wears a bracelet with a pink flower beneath circular glass, a single pink bead on each side, and an adjustable cord containing little knots.
“You would make the perfect omega.”
She blushes, accepting the compliment but also rejecting its meaning. “I never want to be the omega, if it means you don’t…”
“I know.” I feel silly when my brain finally catches up. “Kypsie Belle, as in Kypsie Belle Shaw. Your mother is the…”
Kip holds up her hands like she’s surrendering to the cops. “Please, don’t hold that against me.”
“No, I’m relieved. If they come for you…”
“Yeah, they’ll get her and she’s a literal beast.” Kip seems unsure and her voice quiets when she asks, “Could Itouchyou? I know that’s weird, but…”
“I don’t feel hot—to myself—but I keep burning him. But if you want to get burned…” I reach toward her, palm up, and she hesitantly extends a finger toward me, barely touches me, and then jerks her hand away, staring at the instant redness with complete amazement.
“It’s real… you’re real.”
“I am, and, Kypsie, the world is going to change and it will be thanks to you.”
