“He’s up?” Sin asked.
“Of course he’s fuckingup. Karma’s like a bonfire in the bond.”
I frowned, watching as Phantom crossed the room toward the door. Then he slid the latch, revealing a window at head height.
I squinted, but all I could see from here were a few lines of metal. Then, with another thump, there was a flash of movement.
I still couldn’t make anything out.
“You… saved me without your pack lead’s permission?” I whispered.
Oh dear.
What would he say when he got out?
“Don’t worry,” Sin chuckled. “We do everything without our pack lead’s permission. You think Karma’s feral? Wait till you meet Vandle.”
Phantom took a step back, leaving the latch open. “He’ll be through it by the morning.”
At my side, Karma let out another low growl as Phantom settled back down on the bed.
“Karma… doesn’t like Phantom?” I asked.
“He likes me fine.” Phantom grunted. “He’s just territorial.”
“Then why is he okay with you?” I frowned up at Sin.
“Because,” Sin said, tugging me closer and drawing his chin over my temple, a possessive move that would have scentmarked me if the dampeners weren’t still blocking his scent. The burst of joy I felt over that might have stolen all my attention by itself if it wasn’t for his next words. “There isn’tanythingan alpha wants more in this world than to see his two omegas together.”
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Gold Pack Omegas
Omegas who do not receive the Institute's omega injection within a year of presenting. They are identifiable because their eyes turn gold. Gold pack omegas are considered more feral and unstable than regular omegas, and tend to have a stronger scent. Gold pack omegas are considered outcasts, not given the same rights as regular citizens, and are required to be on birth control.
SIN
“You’re… not an alpha?” Crescent asked, expression shocked.
A smile curved my lips as I peered down at her. “No.”
I’d taken no offence at her calling me an alpha earlier. Quite the opposite. How poorly I fit the image of an omega was a currency for me—it’s what helped me stand out.
Dropped into this place as a gift for a fresh dweller pack, my destiny had been as predictable as it came. But instead of being bitten into a dark bond, the pack that should have claimed me was found dead by the morning—each and every one of them.
And while I had no memory of how that happened, I used it to my advantage.
I’d branded myself on that, and it was a story that was bolstered by the ongoing feud I had with Holden’s pack. A feud I hadn’t lost.
I hadn’t planned it exactly, but it meant pretty mucheverypack in Anarchy with a bonded omega wanted to watch me fuck theirs—and I’d use every opportunity I could to pull my weight.
It had become something of a tradition.
Not that that would happen now that I had a mate—even if we weren’t getting out in ten days.
Crescent had wriggled around to face me fully, and her eyes were wide.
Uh.
