Page 38 of Generation Omega: Revealed
Don’t leave her.
Trust those who deserve trust.
Don’t interfere with what must happen.
The fates of all depend on it.
I listened and my omega and I survived, but at what cost?
“Gideon,” Titus says in a rueful tone, enunciating all three syllables of my name with the same barely veiled threat.
“It’s all real,” I confess, not sure what else to say. “The omegaverse. Alphas and omegas. Turns out it’s all real and thanks to you and the brave man we left in that alley, we’re still alive.”
Tillie shudders and then sighs against me as I tighten my hold on her.
With Titus’s predilection for conspiracy theories of all kinds, I’m not surprised by his immediate acceptance of the fantastical. “They’ll continue hunting you?”
“Yes.”
He shakes his head. “Well, I did tell you not to do that movie.”
I don’t respond to that, but my heart does. It thinks that film was the best decision I ever made. Without it, I wouldn’t be here with this woman in my arms and a profound sense of purpose in my soul. I’m living for something and that feels good.
I didn’t speak any of that aloud, but somehow Titus just knows. He looks proud and a little gleeful at the thought of continuing his righteous killing spree. You can force a man out of the Special Forces, but you can’t always remove the Special Forces from a man like Titus.
“Your place here or out of the city?” Titus asks.
“We can’t leave him,” Tillie whispers, her voice as broken as her heart.
“We’re not leaving Ethan or the city. We can’t. Can we?”
She rubs her cheek against my chest. “I have another alpha, at least I think I do. And he’s here… back toward the hotel.”
I consider whether to ask for more and then follow my instincts again. “Do you know anything else?”
She sniffles, her fingers digging into my sides. “I don’t know anything.”
I grimace and then push again. “You don’t feel anything else?”
“All I feel is pain.” Her voice is hollow now, her exhaustion dragging her under. She’s earned it, but it’s still excruciating to witness her fire getting drenched by sorrow.
“Tillie, this is Titus, my cousin, driver, bodyguard, and overall pain in my ass.”
Instead of greeting him, she mutters, “I wish you’d let us die.”
“Not on my watch, sweetheart.” Titus stares daggers at me that he will soon launch if I don’t make things better for her and fast.
I rub Tillie’s back. “I need you to trust me about something.”
“What?” One word spoken as a dare—her fire is still burning.
I exhale and prepare for what will likely be an intense reaction, probably violent. Maybe I shouldn’t tell her, but I feel her shrinking into herself, attempting to find the safe harbor Ethan is for her. “Ethan’s not gone, and I promise we gave him the best chance to survive.”
With her face against my chest, I can’t see her, but I’m certain she’s frowning. “I don’t understand.”
“He was poisoned.”
“I know that. He’s dying… maybe he’s already gone. I can’t… I just can’t do this without him.”
