Page 99 of Generation Omega: Claimed
I stand, and Sage accompanies me to the massive front doors that are stupidly tall. If I lived here, I’d be worried that a flock of birds or mob of mosquitos would enter uninvited every time I opened the door. But I’m not asking whose idea these doors were, because I’m now moving on to the second thing that must be faced before this day can end.
“Goodbye, Sage.”
“Goodbye, Tillie, and good luck.”
Beyond the doorway, I walk down the steps with Ethan on one side and Kazimir on the other. Parked in front of the movingtruck is a white SUV, so the pack is dividing up again, but that’s not the striking image in my view. A massively displeased Ory lurks at the back of the moving truck, waiting for me.
Ethan pulls me into a hug, whispering, “You okay?”
“Yup.”
“You know what’s going to happen if this doesn’t go well?”
“Yup.” Violence—mountainsof violence.
Ethan releases me, kisses my head, and then watches me fearlessly approach the alpha most likely to impale our enemies and mount them like hunted prey in our future omegaverse lodge.
“Hey, buddy, how are you doing?”
If a butterfly flapping its wings can cause a hurricane around the world, then Ory’s intense displeasure could certainly double the size of every landfill or even ignite a volcano to rain ash over the globe. I love him even more for not tearing into me, despite his loathing for my plans. Without a word, he lifts me into the back of the truck and holds my gaze like a man who would hang the moon to please me or launch a cannon to take it down, if that was my wish.
I softly pet his beard and share the love and certainty I feel in my gentle heart for this savage warrior. “Tonight, it’s you and me, and the old ways—whatever that means.”
The power of his presence only expands, but it doesn’t strike me. His fury soothes me, especially the primal part of me that knows his violence is a force I can always trust.
“Yes. Tonight, we’ll mate.” His teeth crash together before he grins. Oh, wow—I think my new mate is going to bite me. Damn, I can’t wait. He shouldn’t have more bondmarks than I do, and yes, this is a competition. Before he leaves, Ory shares the most vicious, sexy smile I’ve ever beheld. “I’ll go get your captive.”
“Thanks, Ory.”
When he’s gone, I turn and glance around the interior of the truck, now decorated with all the floral and colorful blankets and pillows from the house. The other upgrade makes me misty because I know exactly who thought of it. Kazimir would have chosen to add more flashlights and lanterns, but the Christmas lights have Ethan’s name all over them. Thankfully, they are battery operated. Even with the additions, I still don’t love the place, but it’s better than it was.
A vehicle door closes and then the scuffle begins, shouting and some highly questionable language. I’m a little sad to have missed the show, but I witness the grand finale when Jameson is catapulted into the back of the box truck with me. He hasn’t even fully landed when Ory jerks the sliding door down and latches it from the outside.
“What the fuck?!” Jameson storms as he scrambles to his feet.
I don’t answer him, but the sounds of closing doors and rumbling engines do, followed by rattling movement as the wheels turn over the gravel driveway.
Jameson’s usually gorgeous face is twisted with rage, lit by lanterns and Christmas lights as strange as that is. “What the fuck is going on? I want out of here.”
“Okay,” I say as dismissively as I can. “I’ll send Gideon a message, and he’ll set you free, but…”
He’s in my face, towering over me. “Butwhat?”
I don’t even pretend to be the woman he met during her first heat or even the woman he bonded. Neither of those versions of me belonged on a throne—but this me, the one who sought this confrontation, absolutely fucking does. “If you leave me now… if you leave me like this, you’re out ofmypack. You can call your daddy and run back home to your meaningless life.”
Jameson jerks away from me, but his glare doesn’t stray at all. “But we’rebonded.”
“I know. I didn’t say it would be easy. But I have a plan. If you bail on me, then I’ll getallmy alphas to bite me over your bondmark. I’m pretty sure if they work together, they can erase you altogether.”
Jameson looks like I hit him with a hammer. That’s fine, because after what he’s done, it truly is his turn to suffer.
“So, which is it? Stay or go? Because we don’t have time for this. You are either with me or against me, and I need an answer right now.”
CHAPTER 46
JAMESON
I don’t actually want to do it, but I turn my back on Tillie to stare at the closed door to this fucking box. It’s a damn cage—that’s what this is—and I’m trapped in it. My heart pounds like bombs detonating, and I can’t hear anything else. My mouth is dry. I can’t swallow. I can’t move, because there’s nowhere to go. But no, I can escape. She wasn’t lying. Tillie will get her precious alphas to open the door and toss my ass onto the dirt road, and then she’ll get on with erasing me from her life.
