Page 64 of Generation Omega: Revealed
“I’m currently considering that exact issue.”
I’m sure that’s true, given Gideon isn’t moving, and if the professor tries to leave that elevator, he’s getting all sorts of dead.
I run my fingertips down Gideon’s back, his skin smooth and entirely appealing, with or without his beachy, salted caramel. “I’m safe, alpha. The nice professor isn’t going to hurt me—are you, Professor Wellington?”
“Right,” the professor muses. “I am not a threat to our omega. I belong here. I will protect her, give my life for hers if necessary.”
“She’smine.”
Heat and pulsing are my body’s response to Gideon’s husky declaration. Yesterday, I was a fangirl in line to meet him, and today, I’m his. Yesterday, I listened to the professor’s life-changing presentation. Tomorrow, I could be his too, possibly with carnal knowledge—who knows anything anymore?
“Professor, what are new alphas typically like?” Let’s just keep everyone talking and not killing.
“New alphas are dangerous, but it’s truly a young attachment that’s causing this impasse. Your declared trust in him matured your relationship somewhat.” He thankfully sounds like a professor in learning mode, rather than an alpha threatening Gideon’s claim on me. “Mr. Blake, could you tell me what you’re feeling right now?”
Gideon swallows and gnashes his teeth. “I want to kill you. I want to kill you like I’ve never wanted anything in my life. I want to keep you from touching her. I’m imagining your body flying off the balcony and landing with a satisfying splat. I want all bad things for you, but I’m also vaguely aware that I have no true ill will toward you and that your knowledge could be the difference between life and death for our pack.”
Gideon releases a shuddery breath. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I want to choke you out and dance on your lifeless corpse.”
Nervous giggles—that’s how I respond to Gideon’s descriptive sharing. “And how do we resolve this, Professor?” I dare to peek around Gideon to see the professor intently studying my alpha.
He smiles very naturally when he catches sight of me, curiosity brimming in his eyes. Gideon’s growl encourages him to refocus on the famous dude who wants to end him.
“The histories aren’t complete and this would be considered minutia, but it feels fairly significant from my perspective, especially given that I don’t appreciate heights on the best day.” As I watch, his gaze clears and I witness the arrival of awe that he’s living something that was always beyond his reach. He’s gone through the wardrobe into the magical land he’s been studying most of his life.
I’m real. Gideon’s real. And so is Dr. Wellington. We’re alive to have this first-ever experience of alphas and omegas meeting with no prior connections.
“Mr. Blake, I think I understand. You are establishing the dominance of the first alpha—not the first of her alphas, but thefirstalpha. Unless something dramatic happens, you will be our pack leader.Firstsare important in the omega legacy, or at least, they’ve always been. I seriously doubt that will change—it almost makes more sense now than it ever did.”
“How do you mean?” Gideon’s edge remains, but he’s gaining more control.
“The legacy chose you to be the one to protect her, to build her trust, to nurture her through the most difficult hours when her life changed forever. It also trusted you to keep her alive, knowing she was a target. I was less than pleased with your selection as her alpha, given your profession, but I see more clearly now. In such a short time, she already trusts you. I feel that in my heart. She’s not afraid right now because she knows you will toss me over the balcony should the need arise.”
“She’s right about that.”
“I wonder…” The professor pauses for a long moment. “It’s possible you’re reading my disdain and reacting to it, perceiving my judgment as a challenge to your position.”
I feel the movement as Gideon shakes his head. “It’s not that.”
“Then what?”
“You’renot in control.Youare a threat to my omega.”
I watch those words land on Dr. Wellington’s face.
“I assure you that I’m in control.” His ego and intellect dismiss Gideon’s concerns, but I trust Gideon and lean harder against him, showing my trust the way an alpha understands.
“You’re not and you don’t even know it yet.” Gideon delivered that like a movie star. I may have to add it to my list of his favorite lines.
Stuffy and snooty, Dr. Wellington bristles. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m standing here. I’m fine, totally in control.”
“Then step out of that elevator and show me.”
Indignant now, Dr. Wellington steps from the elevator. He instantly catches my scent, running his tongue over his lips. With no warning, he roars and lunges, eyes wide and wild, determined to reach me, but more than that—he’s making a play for power over Gideon.
Gideon moves swiftly, flipping the gun and pistol whipping the professor twice before our guest drops to the floor in an unconscious heap.
Gideon releases a satisfied grunt and turns to face me, running his hand over my cheek and down my neck. “Did I mention I never liked college or professors?”
