Page 47 of Generation Omega: Revealed
Her fragrance blooms and I can’t help but lean closer and inhale deeply. “Baby girl, you smell so good.”
“Do I?”
I flinch back and stare at her. “You don’t smell it?”
She shakes her head before saying, “No, nothing, but I wondered whether the perfume thing was real. I hoped it would be.”
“Oh, it’sreal… it’s how you woke me from my beta state and made me an alpha. The same with your killer alpha—he tasted your scent on his lips, just like I did.” I feel my frown. “Do you smell anything from me?”
“No, at least not yet, but if you turn out to be a stinkfest, it’s going to make this challenging.” Her giggle lights places inside me that have always been dark.
“I guess we need to spend a little more time together to see if we can reach the next level. Your omega fragrance woke me up—I need to figure out how to wake you up.”
Her eyes widen and her blush deepens. “In the shower?”
“Definitely in the shower.”
Possibly to hide her unmistakable trembling, she leans against me and sighs when my arms surround her again. “Are you going to tell me what my perfume smells like?”
I lift her and carry her toward the stairs. “Maybe, but only if you are a very good omega.”
CHAPTER23
KAZIMIR
My focus is shattered. Too much. Too much of him inside me. Too much ofher, pulling me toward her when that is the last place I should go. Too much of a drug designed to weaken me, my biology used against meagain.
I carry him through alleys, warehouses, and dilapidated buildings, only observed by people who know better than to witness anything they shouldn’t. I keep moving toward the only place that will save us, but the worst place he should see.
The drug dulls the images flashing in my mind, his thoughts, fears, dreams, history. It’s all one when it finally clears. It’s her face through every age since they were children. He’s loved her all that time. To look inside him is to find her. There’s more—there has to be. Is he focusing on her to conceal the truth of himself, like I’m madly erecting walls to keep him out?
If he thinks I’ll let him hide from me, he’s in for a real surprise, but I have no ability to concentrate on that right now. I stumble, almost falling, but I keep moving, driven by adrenalin—no, driven by biology. I have to protect what’s mine. He’s mine. She is mine. I must live for them.
It’s rancid, this bond forced on me by an omega, but is that only because I haven’t touched her? Will I be helplessly caught in her spell the moment I do?
I stagger and clutch him so firmly he whimpers. Must be more careful. Must save him. He’s not with me because of the legacy. He’s here because he’s proof of something as rare as unicorns and dragons—true decency without compensation. Biology didn’t compel him to love her, give his life for her, or feel such peace even at the moment of his end. He’s not tainted by all of this and I won’t let it hurt him.
Finally, I reach the stairwell and descend it, lurching toward the keypad and entering the combination. The latch on the metal door releases. I turn my back and shove it open, spinning to slam it closed behind me. The lock engages and the outside world has been denied our blood, at least for now.
I move swiftly and set him on the metal table that’s usually used for torture, but not today. Today, it’s where I will save this unicorn. My brain almost explodes that this life-long unicorn hunter is now a member of the unicorn preservation society. How did this happen? But, really, it makes sense, because he’s rarer to me than omegas. I’ve been hunting, capturing, and neutralizing them most of my life. They aren’t unicorns—they are patient zero of a plague.
As I begin my work, I hold tightly to the most important truth of my life, a steadying force so deeply felt it’s like a mountain rising inside me. I chose this man before biology enslaved me, and all I can feel is relief that I used my last act of free will so wisely.
CHAPTER24
TILLIE
I hate myself for how much I love being in Gideon’s arms, our bare chests still locked together like we’re in a charging station for new omegaverse toys. That description is so accurate it almost hurts. I always felt unfinished and now I know why. I even have the cure. Touch. Connection. I’ll never move independently again, but the true mindfuck is the deeper question and its equallymindfuckityanswer.
Did I ever move independently? The answer is no. I was always waiting to become this, an omega. I was a seed that would never bloom into anything without the right environment. Sunlight seems to shine every time Gideon looks at me. Rich soil—I feel that in his touch. Our hearts beat together and I can breathe. I nuzzle against him because I can’t get close enough.
“I’ve got you, baby girl.”
The roughness in his tone melts my resistance, obliterating defenses I didn’t even know I had. I won’t survive without him. I’m his. That’s what the bossy instincts tell me. We already passed the point of no return before I even knew what was happening. Why did it happen like that? Why wouldn’t the omega know first?
I grip Gideon harder, whimpering against him as his full purr emerges for the first time. The rumbling sound shakes loose layer after layer of scar tissue that surrounds my tender heart. I was always too sensitive. Everything—even tiny things to anyone else—wounded me in ways that could be shoved down and buried, but never healed or forgotten.
“What is it?” he murmurs, feeling the quivering I can’t stop.
