Page 87 of Generation Omega: Revealed
I’ve never actually met Kazimir Volkov. I’ve never touched him. But my connection to him may kill me. Was that his plan? I know the answer before I even think the question, because there’s one thing I’m certain of in this omega-themed trainwreck. I’m not the only one feeling this pain or the only one who resents the fuck out of it.
We’ll just have to see which of us is less willing to surrender to the omegaverse. The assassin alpha or the disgruntled omega—which of us is more prepared to die to win our freedom?
CHAPTER40
KAZIMIR
The call with my loathsome packmates ends abruptly as my resources confirm what the professor’sbestiediscovered. The city is about to be locked down, which means BD knows the omega is still here. I practically salivate at the information, still thinking like the hunter I was. She’s in the net. Catch her. Remove the threat. Prepare for the next. Do what I was built to do.
But now all my patterns are disrupted by the poison in my veins that compels me to protect rather than destroy.
Nurture the flower. Don’t stomp on it.
Hate burns so beautifully it keeps me warm, even as I feel the chill creeping closer. This contamination will murder the man I was, leaving him lifeless on a cold slab—just another sacrifice to this contagion that will overrun the world with noxious weeds, while calling it a garden. It’s blasphemy to everything I believe and yet I agreed to follow the omega to the comically appropriate rally point. Sage McGee’s scheming is admirable. No BD operative or government official would trespass on that property, but its owner may prove more hazardous than all the rest.
Ethan’s anguish breaks through my dark reveries, compelling me to push away from the computer, grab his father’s jacket, and leave this room for the last time. I find him seated on the cot, leaning against the wall, his eyes closed and tension roiling within him.
Given my lack of awareness during Ethan’s conversation with the omega, the legacy’s instincts were clearly running the show. His devastation is the result.
“We need to go.”
His eyes slowly open and the enormity of his shame hits me, driving all the way to my core. “Why did I do that? Why did I pretend not to understand her? Why didn’t I help her? Why did I listen to the voice inside my head?”
Barely believing I’m capable, I kneel beside the bed and gently rest my hands on his thighs, both our bodies soothed by the contact. “You listened to the instincts.”
“Yes, but it was more than that. It would be a cop-out to completely blame them.”
“Then you had a reason. I’d like to hear it, but we need to move.”
My proud beta’s eyes plead with me. “She’s in danger.”
“She’s fine.”
“Do you know that?” he presses, desperate for an answer he can believe.
“I know they’re going by helicopter. I know that no one involved in her pursuit would shoot down a helicopter over 30,000 plus rallying omegees. I know where they’re landing and that she will be safe there until we reach her.” Grudgingly, I add, “It’s a solid plan.”
“Won’t the helicopter be followed or tracked?”
“Yes, but they’ve accounted for that in the way billionaires do.”
Ethan frowns, his frustration building. “What does that mean?”
“A fleet of helicopters are taking to the sky as we speak. They’ll confuse anyone attempting to follow her. The helicopter will only be on the ground for a few seconds, before it lifts off and she remains on a property that no one would touch.”
It’s not enough for him. “But can youfeelher?”
“I feelyou,” I snap.
Ethan’s eyebrows raise and, using potent thoughts, he hurls a string of adjectives at me, none of them complimentary. “You’re using me to block her.”
“Yes.”
“Youcan’tdo that.”
Disappointing him feels like rubbing my face on concrete. It’s a cruel fate to have lived my life with no regard for the feelings of others and then to have that aptitude—blessingeven—stolen and replaced with empathy and awareness. “Ethan, we have to go. You can lecture me about my failings all the way out of the city, but not here. The net is closing on us too, and I won’t let them take us alive.”
He grabs my hand. “Don’tlet them take us. Don’t ever let them use me against her.”
