Page 59 of Generation Omega: Revealed
Gideon Blake is mine. That’s me, not my omega, being obnoxiously smug. But then the smug train flies off its tracks, because other women have claimed this man as their own and the tabloids have shared it all. If…oh…yikes.
Gideon’s eyes open, and he searches my face. “What’s wrong?”
“Were you…” I’m not ready for the answer, but I continue anyway. “… inlovebefore this? The rumors about your dating history are all over the place and you’ve been linked toseveralwomen recently. I don’t mean to pry and, if you love someone like I love Ethan, we’ll figure it out…somehow.”
His smile is soft now, his cheeks lifting in an expression that looks very much like approval. “Thank you. That shows the kind of person you are that even with all of this happening, you remember other people’s feelings. I love that.”
He sighs and I brace for what comes next. Is he in love? Are we going to share our lives with actress Delilah MacKay, model Olivia Deacon, singer/songwriter Ashby Caine, or porn star Pearlie La Rusé. The world thinks he’s datingallof them.
I inwardly cringe at the thought of inviting any or all of them into my nest. Surely, we can figure out a way for him to connect with them somewhere other than my place, especially when I’m vulnerable and likely out of my mind.
Fear winds around my chest, like vines that constrict as they grow. Heats. Ruts. Bites. Bonds. Forevers. Biology is already controlling me. It’s all moving so fast, and there’s no way to stop it if we want to survive.
“If you love someone, we’ll find a way,” I stammer, but I’m not sure I should be believed because I can’t stop shuddering at the thought of anyone touching him. And that’smyreaction, where my omega is busy sharpening her throwing knives.
“Tillie,” he says gruffly, “I…”
A shrill beep causes both of us to jump.
“What was that?”
“The elevator,” he answers, already moving. From a cabinet in the kitchen, he retrieves a huge revolver, like something out of a movie. Then he’s beside me again. “Let’s go see who it is.” His intensity has reached a new setting, higher than in the alley and more visceral for both of us.
“Can someone get up here?”
“Only if I let them, but if our enemies know we’re here, we need to leave.”
I grab his arm as the guidance delivers its ruling. “My instincts are telling me that this needs to happen. What do you feel?”
His body is so tense he might as well be an action figure. “Hostile—borderline feral actually—but I also feel what you feel, that this needs to happen. Can you feel your other alpha? Is this him?”
Leaning into Gideon, I close my eyes and attempt to focus on my heart, but I’m a scattered mess. With everything that’s happened and all that was about to happen with Gideon, I can’t make sense of anything. “Maybe. I just don’t know.”
“It’s okay. We’ll know soon.”
Together, we walk toward the elevator, our bare feet silent on the tile floor. Beside the closed metal doors is a panel and a small screen.
Gideon presses a button. “We didn’t order a pizza.”
“That’s convenient,” a familiar British voice says, “because I don’t have a pizza.” He moves in front of the camera and reveals his face—Professor Wellington.
Holy crap! Dr. Wellington found us. That’s great. He knows stuff. But how did he find us? Unless…
My mushy mind slowly approaches the only possible explanation, while I’m inwardly paddling in the opposite direction.
It.
Can’t.
Be.
My mouth falls open and I gawk at the screen, as my heart finally declares its verdict.
No way.Professor Wellingtonis my alpha?
In response, my omega instincts start clanging drums and dancing wildly, celebrating the arrival of my second alpha. Desire surges inside me, as though a giant clock just moved a minute closer to my first heat.
“Tillie?” Gideon’s voice sounds strangled.
