Page 3 of Generation Omega: Claimed
I quickly share the legacy’s message with Kaz through my thoughts and beg him to work with Gideon to get control of the pack before they join us in the nest. Then I lead the way up the stairs to the main level. I hear the snarls when they resume and a scuffle, followed by two words that seem to cut through time and space.
“Holyfuck!” Gideon shouts and, for a second, I consider returning to see what the hell is happening. But Kaz sends a shove my way, encouraging me to move more swiftly toward the nest, with the command to lock the door and brace myself against it.
I obey, rushing down the steps toward the nest, ushering theHighlanderinside, and slamming the door shut. Blocking the way with my body, my anxious confusion reaches Kaz, and he sends three words to me.
Infamous.
Dangerous.
Impressive.
Impressive? What does that mean?
Kaz provides more in ideas rather than words. It’s not the man who’s impressive, as much as his selection as her alpha. But that doesn’t soothe me against the idea of Tillie being bound to yet another dangerous man.
I don’t know whether it’s my thought or Kaz’s, the reminder that only dangerous men have any hope of protecting Tillie.
Gideon has killed for her.
I have killed for her.
Kaz has killed for her.
Thatcher carries himself like a man familiar with violence, if we can just point him in the right direction.
The kilted tree trunk is more than capable of some serious slaughter.
It doesn’t settle my nerves exactly, but the realization is powerful. All of us are dangerous men, and we’ll be able to handle whoever just arrived on this yacht. But we will only succeed if we become a pack, and that will be created or destroyed in this nest.
Everything we’ll ever be will be decided right here.
Last chance.The legacy’s words are spoken like they’re being read from an inscription on a tombstone.
What do you mean…last chance? I send back.
The now-familiar expression of eternal grief surfaces in the omega legacy’s message.
Last chance.
Last reveal.
Last omega.
Last alphas.
Last pack.
Either the garden thrives now, or the world will never change.
I want to know more, but Tillie begins to wail again, her nails digging into her alpha’s shoulders. His rumbling purr answers her, and she arches her back, reaching for him. He knows what to do, pulling up his kilt and driving inside her in one thrust. Her sorrow is instantly replaced by solace and then insatiable need.
With her heady perfume blooming in the nest, I can’t do anything but watch as the omega’s heat officially begins.
CHAPTER 2
GIDEON
Haunting. Tillie’s mournful cry. My descent into unhinged alpha-dom. Growling. Snarling. Threatening. Primal unleashed, smothering the man my father raised me to be, my humanity and decency obliterated.
