Page 32 of Generation Omega: Revealed
I step over the dead man and grasp her hand. The second we touch, we both gasp.Home—our touch is home, a place that will never cast you out, never judge you, never abandon or neglect you. Pure belonging. Pack.
Survival is a singeing need within me, a lifetime to explore this connection—that is all that matters. “We have to go.” I glance from Tillie to her boyfriend. “Do either of you have a phone?”
“I do,” the boyfriend answers. “Till, will you grab my phone? It’s in my jacket pocket. I’m Ethan, by the way.”
“Good to meet you, Ethan.”
Tillie immediately reaches for the phone, completely unaware of why he doesn’t want to remove that mitt. She hands me the phone, again leaning toward me. Unable to stop myself, I caress her soft cheek, now without the lovely flowers. But she doesn’t need any decoration to be the most beautiful woman in the world. No wonder alphas were so easy to kill… the thrall of an omega is all-encompassing, even with assassins on the hunt.
I shake my head, trying to clear the omega intoxication that should register on a drug test. I quickly dial.
Titus answers on the first ring. “Yeah?”
“It’s me. I need extraction, right now.”
“I’m tracking the call. And by the way, you’ve got some serious explaining to do.” Less than a minute later, he says, “I’ve got you. I’ll be at the south end of the alley in ten. Leave the line open in case there’s trouble.”
“Got it. Titus, this is real. We’ve got bodies.”
“Good. This place is overcrowded anyway.”
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath and I hear Titus chuckling and the gunning of an engine in the background. I hand the phone to Tillie. “Hold this, okay? My driver is on his way and he’s more than willing to break land speed records to get here. If anything happens to me, talk to him, trust him. I swear he’s loyal and won’t allow anyone to hurt you.” I touch her cheek again, warring with the urge to grab her and hold her until time ends. “Do you understand?”
She clearly does—pain, fear, and loss in her expression, and a heart that’s suddenly unsteady. “I need you.”
“I need you too, but your survival is what matters to me and to this world. If all this omega stuff is real, then you have other alphas, but we don’t have another omega.”
She releases a shaky breath. “You’re dealing with this so well.”
“I guess reality is sometimes better than fiction, but I’m still grateful that fiction gave me the primer on all this. The thing I never guessed or could fully imagine isthis.” I hold my hand over my heart. “The connection… it’s…”
“A miracle.”
Ethan clears his throat. “I know you’re both dealing with a lot and I don’t want to rush this, but…”
“But we need to go and you’re absolutely right.” I glance at the dead guy and then into the room at the other dead guys. “Hey, look,weapons. Load up and then let’s get to safety, all of us.”
The tender hope in her eyes shatters every part of me. She’s afraid I won’t allow Ethan to…what? Be rescued with us? Be part of whatever future she has? Be near orwithher?
“Tillie.” I say her name with the unmistakable sense of forever attached. “Alphas are called to protect, shelter, love, and nurture their omega. I can’t hurt you or allow you to be hurt. It’s biology, right?”
She nods, but I can see her uncertainty.
While Ethan’s grabbing weapons, I allow my gaze to land on him and then meet Tillie’s questioning eyes. “Anything your heart needs, I will provide… or allow.”
Tears stream down her cheeks and she rushes toward me, throwing her arms around me. “Thank you.”
Our hearts dance in unison, perfect rhythm, undeniable connection, a sensory overload of rightness, a universe in divine balance.
Ethan grins as he holds enough weapons to overthrow a rebel space station. Feeling outgunned, I release Tillie and do a little weapons shopping.
“If anything happens, run toward the black SUV that will be at the end of the alley. You got it?”
Tillie nods.
“And stay between us,” Ethan adds.
“I would grab a gun, but…”
