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Page 76 of Generation Omega: Revealed

My brain catches up quickly. “What happened to everyone in the auditorium? How did you get away? What do we do first?”

Thatcher glances over his shoulder and then stands and walks toward the elevator, retrieving a messenger bag I didn’t even notice. He returns to his chair, setting the bag on the floor. “They detained some of the rowdier members of the audience, but since it became clear that you escaped, the BD leaders called off the lockdown. The SWAT team had me handcuffed and ready to go.” His expression softens as he looks at me. “Then I caught your scent, tasted it on my lips, and experienced the metamorphosis into an alpha. As soon as I fully possessed the power, I barked and Sage and I got free.”

“Sage McGee… she’s my hero. Is she okay?”

“Yes. She helped me find you and is waiting for my call. She’s a tremendous resource and I trust her completely.” He looks toward the curtains and seems a little smug. “She arranged the massive protest that’s occurring down on the street.”

“Protest?” Gideon asks before I do.

“I needed cover to get from Sage’s building to this one. The omegees assembled quickly and were instrumental.”

The omegees? “They’re protesting forme?”

Thatcher’s pride shines at me, but I wonder if the omegees deserve it more. “You have an army, and they are doing their part to keep you alive. Eventually, when you ask, they’ll do more. The world is ready for change, and there’s never been a better time. Social media changes everything. The state can’t hide its crimes against the omega legacy anymore.” He nods toward Gideon. “Your first alpha has a platform like no alpha has ever had, a reach of billions. When we’re ready to go public, no one will be able to stop us.”

“When do we do that?” I whisper, struggling to imagine sharing all of this with strangers.

“My suggestion would be that we don’t draw any attention to ourselves until the pack is complete and the first heat is over.” He huffs. “We’re quite capable of creating our own drama as we forge these bonds—we don’t need to add the world’s drama to that. After we’ve settled into our roles, we’ll be ready to support you as you lead your army.”

I laugh bleakly. “I sure wish I had taken a few classes in overthrowing a toxic world order, but I mostly just sculpted.” I lean back so I can run my fingers over Gideon’s face. “Will you let me sculpt you?”

“Anytime,” he purrs, and I wonder if he knows I mean naked sculpting, where his knot will be immortalized forever.

That pulsing need sparks again, and I force myself to look at Thatcher instead of my alluring first alpha. “I’m still focused. What do we do next?”

“I think it would be best to assess everything that’s being said and done regarding your reveal. Sage will send us all the data she’s accumulated, and we need to learn everything we can. She’s trusted, but from this point on, all decisions will be made by our pack and the rest of the world are outsiders. Anyone outside the pack can turn on us because they aren’t biologically connected to us.”

I cringe and don’t hide it. “I don’t like the idea that there’s anusand athem. That never goes well.”

“It’s necessary, baby girl. This has to be about survival first. You can change the world later and make everyone group hug all day and all night. But for now, our pack comes first.”

“Fine, for now.” I sit up straight. “Where’s my phone? It was in my hoodie.”

“Not anymore,” Gideon answers. “Titus took it on a road trip, and it will never be seen again.”

I slump. “That sucks. I loved that phone, but everything that matters is saved.”

“I’ve got plenty of devices that are cutting edge and untraceable.” Thatcher reaches into the messenger bag and hands me a fancy tablet and Gideon a phone, and then opens a laptop for himself. “Let’s get to work.”

Being an omega apparently includes homework. Why didn’t fiction warn me?

CHAPTER36

ETHAN

When I wake, I instantly feel the change in my circumstances. The killer’s no longer sitting on the chair beside the cot. He’s seatedonthe cot, leaning against the wall, holding me against him. I almost react, but then I realize just how comforting his warmth is. There’s no pain now, not even my hand bothers me.

“I didn’t want to wake you to ask, but I’ll move if you want,” he grumbles, his voice rumbling against me.

I try to summon revulsion, or at least tension, about his closeness, but I fail completely. “Did you drug me?”

“No.”

“So just having you close takes my pain away?”

“Apparently.” He’s certainly a man of few words.

He chuckles in response to my thought. “I’ve spoken more to you than anyone in years. I don’t actually like speaking. Most people are liars, intentionally or not, and liars are a waste of time.”


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