Page 115 of Generation Omega: Claimed
As the picture clears in my head—the tapestry of death the omegaverse wove that now includes threads binding my pack to its treachery—my anger turns lethal to the true enemy of all people.
Was any of it real? The desire to help this broken world? Or did you destroy our civilization to create the perfect setting for your evil, omegaverse-themed gladiator games?
Not games. Never games.It’s righteously adamant about that.
Then tell me the truth. Did you guide them to us? Because the only person who possibly betrayed us is Sage or her team, and I don’t believe for a second that she would do that, even to save her sister.
Like a vision, I see Sage, with her latent alpha energy, as she mounts a traitor on a spit and barbecues the fuck out of them, while calmly listing all their personal failings. She’s no traitor—I know that in my bones.
Oh, fuck, I’m asking the wrong questions, aren’t I? Let’s go big, shall we? Did youcreateBeta Dominion? Answer now or be ripped out by your fucking roots.
Yes, we did.
Why?
Because power corrupts. We had to be certain of the worthiness of the packs before the final phase begins.
You set them up and then got them killed.
Necessary sacrifices for the greater good. And not all are dead. Some still live.
Is Sarah McGee alive?
Yes. And Kai. Others too. But they will only be freed and able to live if you claim power.
Claim power?! You got me dosed with poison—did you forget that little detail? I’m about to end up with the others, rotting in cells, cut up in a laboratory… all the things powerful, corrupt entities do to anyone who could fuel hopeful change in this sad world.
You brought my pack together, and together, we made a child, and you actually thought I would allow you to hurt my baby?
As it turns out, I’m not a lioness mother at all—I’m a velociraptor momma, and these teeth are made for chomping.
Tillie, listen, please. You don’t understand how rare you are, how rare this pregnancy is… it’s the first. You are the first omega in the history of the world to carry a child whose life began within a pack. This pregnancy proves you are the queen we’ve been seeking all this time, and your pack has proven its worth through sacrifice and commitment to this cause, even when we sought to dissuade them.
Dissuade them? You mean by giving them shit advice?
Yes. We tested them. We tested you all. But your pack triumphed every time, no matter how much pressure we brought to bear.
And you rewarded us by sabotaging our chances and threatening our miracle baby. Is that what you’re saying?Because that will get you ended in the time it takes for me to grasp hold and yank with all I’ve got.
This isn’t sabotage—the true trials must commence. We must be certain. We must risk that which we’ve been seeking since the dawn of mankind. You must understand that pregnancy isn’t the same in the omegaverse. Intercourse itself doesn’t create children, or omegas would never not be pregnant. Heats are about forcing connection that will create life, but still, male alphas don’t impregnate easily, because when they do—when they give their omega a child—they are depositing part of their soul into their omega. That can only happen if the most profound trust exists between them.
Pregnancy is the truest declaration that the omega is the alpha’s home, the alpha’s heaven. You earned that trust from one of your alphas. We struggled to believe that it was even possible, but it is. You did this. You are the one.
I’mthe one? No, this pack isthe one, and no thanks to you.
That’s not true. None of you would be alive to even be here without us.
What does that mean?
You would have died from a carbon monoxide leak, but we woke you and guided you to Ethan. Ethan made an enemy, a poor loser of a bout, who planned to kill him and would have except for that bus—he really should have looked both ways. Thatcher suffered from an illness and would have died, but a fellow professor was suddenly inspired to check on him. Gideon was meant to ride in a faulty helicopter, but had a bad feeling and decided to cancel. Jameson’s been a full-time project for us, considering the reckless stupidity that runs rampant in him. Mackenzie and Kazimir… life is a dangerous place, and we kept them safe. Not one of these men you love so dearly would be alive today if not for us.
We’ve grieved for all the lost, but like your pack, every omega and alpha who was chosen would have died without us. We only selected from those saved from their destined ends. It was the only way to balance the necessary evils required to implement our plans.
We never intended for Beta Dominion to become so brutal, but these trials are necessary because we’re no longer seeking an omega to be guided by us. We’re vanishing more each second, and this power we hold will either vanish with us or live within you. If you and your pack prove your worth, you, Tillie Marie Harrison, will become not just an omega but the omegaverse itself, its future entirely up to you. This world will be yours to save or destroy.
The queen of overwhelm knows what to do with that info dump, immediately adding it to the TMI category for now. Every ladder starts with one rung, so what’s the first rung of this ladder?
Why am I conscious when the others aren’t?