Page 13 of Generation Omega: Claimed
“I’m the first alpha ever,” I say slowly, taking the trouble to enunciate each word and modifying Mackenzie’s strong accent to assist the cavemen in their quest for knowledge. He’s still with me and is quite offended to bede-Scotted, even though he approves of my motivation.
They continue to stare, so I continue to speak. “I am the soul of the first alpha ever, currently in the body of a man from this time and place. I was mystically injected into Mackenzie’s bloodline long ago. The omega legacy is stumbling toward oblivion, and I am the last resort.”
The professor gapes at me, blinking repeatedly as though that might accelerate his brain’s functioning. I am not optimistic. “Thefail-safe… it was rumored, but I never believed it.” Wow, he found a thought, and it was correct—gold star for him.
“Yes, I am the fail-safe, here to do what must be done to protect the omega legacy and its last attempt to bloom.”
“Last attempt?” the beta’s alpha presses, the beta’s arms still around him.
The beta answers before I do. “The guidance told me that. This is it—if we fail, the omegaverse dies with us.”
Gideon’s arm tightens around the omega, as though his strength can protect her. “It told me that this pack is like no other pack,a collision of the alpha and the omega.I didn’t understand, for obvious reasons, but it didn’t meananalpha andanomega—it meant thebeginningand theendingof the omegaverse.”
Openly wearing love and understanding, the beta looks on me with compassion, something the alphas aren’t capable ofduring a heat. “The omega inside Tillie… wasyours. That profound grief was about your reunion, wasn’t it?”
My hand covers my heart as though that will stop the ice from freezing it solid. I respond with a terse nod, unable and unwilling to say more.
The beta is about to speak again when the first alpha snaps, “We don’t have time… she’s coming back. What do we need to do with this information?” He attempted a bark. I’ll give this one to him, but I won’t always play the secondary role, watching him touch my omega.
Mackenzie annoyingly reminds me thatsecondaryis my life now, if I’m honoring the vow I just made. He’s about to earn a one-way ticket to the garden if he doesn’t stop agitating for betterment in me. Though I’m chucking him back there soon anyway—if my omega and I can only connect during heats, then I won’t ever be sharing them with him.
“Let the heat play out. You can decide what to tell her and what to do with this information after the heat is over. I would just encourage you to remember that the omega inside her has existed as long as I have and may behave erratically because I’m here.” Inwardly cringing, I do the correct thing, despite my natural, alpha aversion. “It’s right that you dominate her, even punish her if she doesn’t respect your position, but she may lash out in ways you don’t expect. You bonded the woman…”
“Tillie,” the beta declares with force accentuated by his alpha.
“Tillie,” I say, yielding to the need of the man who loves her, “but you didn’t bond her omega—remember that.”
Gideon’s inner alpha sends a pulse of power my way. “What does that mean?”
“It means the battle between Tillie and my omega might get violent. If the omega decides she doesn’t like Tillie’s choices, she may end you.” I can’t help but smile even though I’m sure it looks sinister. “She was pure chaos, bloodthirsty, fierce,beautiful… she’ll make you all bleed before this is over. But also know that she wants to live and doesn’t want to lose her host—Tillie.”
“This is all…insane.” The professor doesn’t much like the baser side of this legacy, but gardens are about order and supremacy, something always desiring more space to shine and more fuel to bloom at the expense of something else.
The omega’s shuddering moan attacks all of our cocks at once, leading to reverberating grunts throughout the nest.
“One thing,” Gideon grits out, “Mackenzie… did you snatch his body, or did he consent to this bizarre situation?”
I’m surprised, while Mackenzie is impressed, to find the obvious worth of the first alpha. Mackenzie’s boyhood hero worship of Gideon Blake remains intact. “He consented. I’ll let him explain why after the heat ends, perhaps when we arrange for him to meet Tillie.”
Gideon accepts that. “Another thing… I have a knot. Thatcher has a knot.”
The professor pales, shaking his head with a dismal countenance. “No, I don’t anymore. It went away when I… when she pulled back from me.”
“Fuck,” Gideon blurts. “Am I the only one with a knot?”
Now, both Mackenzie and I are feeling well-earned pride. “I have a knot, or Mackenzie does. He was born into this lineage, so when it was time, his knot formed on its own.”
Gideon’s wary gaze travels to the other alphas before landing on the beta’s alpha—Kazimir Volkov… a Volkov in the pack, another abomination like the betrayal of my trust.
His horrified expression is callously overstated. “Don’t fucking look at me. I’m not fucking her, and no, I don’t have a knot.” The urge to punch his disgruntled face is intense, but my indignant rage is courtesy of Mackenzie more than me.
Gideon looks between the professor and me. “Will the other knots getcalledor whatever? Or is it just the two of us who will be able to give her rest?”
When the professor is slow to answer, I assist. “No one can say. We have to operate as though we’re the only two until something happens.”
She’s stirring, instantly whining and fidgeting. The first alpha’s knot is clearly releasing.
“What about food, water, anything?” Gideon asks.
