It’s true. Knox has said wants me to be the Pack’s Omega more than once.
I mean, frack, I’ve caught the Alpha jerking off with my name on his lips more times than I can count.
Even back in the training camp, before everything exploded into chaos, he angrily admitted how turned on my presence made him. How badly he wanted to mount me and rut me in the dirt.
He declared his feelings at the waterfall. He apologized, vowing to do better so we could become a Pack.
And after my betrayal, when they joined me here at Blackgate, he was crystal clear about his intentions.
So, why can’t I believe him?
“We want you to be our Omega. All of us. Trust me, Halley."
I do. I trust him with my life, my body, and everything that matters. But I’m also struck by how little I know about him.
IsShadeeven his real name or just a call sign?
And if I don’t know that, what else am I missing?
There is a sound behind us.
I whip my head around, eyes searching the shadows of the hallway.
A figure prowls forward.
A pair of glowing orange eyes burn into me.
It’s an Alpha.
He’s broad, stocky, with a shaved head, and thin lips curled into a sneer. He was one of the soldiers we passed in the corridor. His gun is still slung over his shoulder and his equipment clinks as he approaches with slow, steady steps.
“An Omega is wasted on a Beta,” he growls, voice thick with contempt.
My stomach drops.
He followed us… and I don’t think he’s here to chat.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
General Stone
Omega Halley Sparks is nothing like my Dolores.
Dolores was composed. Methodical. A true scholar, unencumbered by the volatile whims of emotion. Yes, she was an Omega, and therefore naturally predisposed to flights of fancy, but she never allowed that biological flaw to eclipse her brilliance.
She knew her duty and how to follow orders.
Omega Sparks, however, is insolence incarnate.
It’s been weeks, and the chit is still unmated.
She walks around my fortress unclaimed, in direct defiance of my order to form a Pack.
I will admit, albeit begrudgingly, that she has achieved something resembling control over her Omega Command.
It is... not unimpressive.
But it is far from sufficient.
