Page 49 of Generation Omega: Claimed
When I momentarily stop breathing, it’s another push from within that forces me to begin again, my heart compelled to beat with Jameson’s, my lungs working under his supervision. He’s now all I can see, as though everything else faded behind a dark veil that’s entirely controlled by him.
ByJamie—that’s what his mother called him.HerJamie. Her stunningly beautiful face is in my mind, gazing at me like she gazed at him, her son, herperfectson. I feel it, like a huge, fluffy blanket surrounding us, the way her love felt to him, before his life became a wasteland where nothing would grow to replace what he lost.
With a stark jolt, my vision abruptly clears, and I’m no longer alone with Jameson. The flare of suspicion in his eyes quickly becomes contempt and then sparks with arousal. His handmoves, his fingers reaching between us to stroke my mound, electrifying me when he grazes his bondmark.
“You bit my cooch?!” But then I’m gasping, my head thrown back as pleasure and exquisite throbbing engulf me, spurring raw desire that has me clenching his cock like it’s been naughty in all the right ways. In response, his knot vibrates, igniting a climax that briefly steals my awareness of anything but my connection to Jameson.
My head leans against his neck, our hearts thumping in unison, as my resistance crumbles like an ancient, abandoned fortress that’s no longer needed in a changed world.
This is it—what I’m meant to do. Create a future where no one needs their walls anymore, because they’re always held by biology, by instincts and bonds. Every preordained connection serving to elevate each person and pack and, from there, sending ripples around the globe.
I want that, but I don’t have the first clue how to make it happen.
That’s not true, darling.
Oh, god… Jameson’s sultry voice is inside me. I don’t understand what’s happening, why everything Jameson does impacts me so differently. It’s like he’s a freaking cowboy who lassoed me, and even when I don’t feel the rope, it’s still there, ready to be tightened for either his pleasure or because I need to be restrained. What does that even mean?
Dammit… I can’t suppress the fantasies I had about being his woman, even for one night, bound for his enjoyment like that woman in his sex tape. My own thoughts betray me again—my little, internal speech when the omegaverse forced me to play pack voyeur.
His attention on his partner is like he’s shackled to her and will never get free unless he creates the perfect climax, one that haunts her for the rest of her life because she’ll never besatisfied like that again.He knows I called him amaestro, but it’s even worse than that. My words replay for him.I’ll have him like no other woman ever has or ever will. This bad boy is now in my stable, and I’ll never let him be ridden by anyone else for the rest of his life.
My blush tornado earns itself an F-5 rating, wiping out all the structures in my inner landscape. Without anywhere to hide, I realize I’m as open and vulnerable as I’ve ever been, but I can’t find any fear now.
I see it again, those pack puzzle pieces—the image we’ll create when we truly unite. Gideon and me. Ory, Mackenzie, and me. Jameson and me. But it’s much more complicated than that, because the pack is all of us, not individual alphas and their omega. It’s intricate and beautiful, and with dread, I’m confronted by the harsh meaning behind my heart’s searing agony.
This pain isn’t being forced on me by the omega legacy’s micromanaging cruelty—not this time. My heart is where our pack’s bond forms, and when the pack stumbles, it tears me apart. I instantly rebel, wanting to cast blame anywhere but where it clearly belongs. But I can’t evade the truth for even another second—I don’t want to hide from this anymore.
The prophecy lied, or it concealed the truth. No, the omegaverse didn’t conceal the truth—its enemies did.
Say it.The legacy is with me, anxious for me to acknowledge the secret that has destroyed packs for hundreds of years.
Every generation is promised an omega.Yes, that’s true, but it’s not the full story either—though it’s not what I’m meant to confront now.
Every omega is promised alphas who will claim, bond, and support their omega in all things.This is where something vital is missing. It puts the power in the alphas, as though givingcompletely of themselves will create the environment where an omega can thrive—where a pack can triumph.
In whispers from the biology that’s still struggling to make a home inside me, I hear the words that were suppressed.
A true pack shares one beating heart, the omega’s. Only a fiercely courageous omega with a heart born of both darkness and light, welcoming and exacting in equal measure, unfailingly discerning and yet infinitely forgiving, will be able to sustain a pack. Without a worthy and wise heart, the omega will spoil the pack for the protection of all.
Oh, no… it’sme. I’m why Thatcher left—my cold heart made him leave. I’ve wrecked my pack, maybe forever, because that image our pack is meant to create includes Thatcher. He’s as crucial to our survival as Gideon, Mackenzie, and Jameson. But why did they hide that part of the prophecy?
I know before I’m even finished asking, but it doesn’t even matter, not when my alphas are staring at me, fully present and waiting for me to join them.
I gentle my fingers that were still digging into Jameson’s shoulders. “Please, help me, alpha. I know where I need to go and what I need to be, but I don’t know how to get there. Can you show me? Teach me?”
Jameson pushes a memory at me—one first and then a dozen more—scenes from his many explosive sexual encounters with others. He’s not stoking my jealousy; at least, that’s not his goal. With his light nudging, I finally capture the lesson to be learned in his past, what this maestro was seeking from his endless string of romantic conquests—the courage of his partner’s surrender, something he could never duplicate. He studied them, honored their leaps of faith with his absolute devotion to their pleasure, not understanding his actual, desperate desire until now… until me.
Show me, Tillie, the power of your surrender, and I’ll jump with you. I’ll be your alpha, but only if you will truly be mine forever. An alpha is nothing without the absolute trust of his submissive—in this case, his omega.
I have to admit the truth to him. I think I’ve already broken our pack… and I don’t deserve…
Nonsense, darling—it’s not over as long as we’re still breathing, and this crew will be tough to kill. But you must give us something to fight for, and you can’t hold anything back.
I don’t know how.
Close your eyes.
I wince, threatened by a small act of surrender, let alone the complete release of my individuality that’s currently dismantling our pack.Mypack. They are here for me, but I decide whether we thrive.
