“No,” Zero says, shaking his head. “You’re still the only Omega I’ve ever encountered.”
Then he pauses, brow furrowing.
“I did hear a rumor, but word-of-mouth intel is rarely reliable.”
Classic Prime Alpha. If it’s not verified, it doesn’t exist.
"I'll take anything you can give," Halley gushes and gestures at him to continue.
Knox makes a choked sound. She said similar words earlier, right before she took him deep in her throat.
“Some of my troops escorted a group of survivors to the farthest settlement,” Zero says, his tone measured. “It’s deep in Blackreach. Takes at least two weeks by truck, and that’s assuming no trouble from the locals.”
We all know whatlocalsmeans. Rogue Alphas. The ones banished for crossing lines even Fathim wouldn’t tolerate. Feral. Lawless. Dangerous. Alphas without values, without restraint.
Zero continues. “When my men came back, they mentioned someone running the medic bay out there. A real spitfire with a sharp tongue. Had the entire outpost tied up in knots, if you catch my drift.”
An Omega.
Halley sucks in a breath. "I need to talk to those soldiers. Please. I have to ask them some questions."
Zero sighs and rubs his forehead, clearly weighing his options. After a beat, he nods. “Very well. I’ll see what I can arrange.”
I smirk. It seems we’re not the only ones who can’t deny our Omega a thing.
Halley beams, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! I can't explain how important this is to me."
Before I can brace for it, she lets out a joyful squeal and launches herself into my arms.
"It's Ember! It has to be."
Her legs wrap around my waist, arms around my shoulders, and she presses close, rubbing her scent over me in celebration. Pure joy pours off her in waves, thick with bright, sweet pheromones that hit all of us like sunshine.
"It’s entirely plausible," Shade says, smiling indulgently at her. Halley’s enthusiasm is infectious.
I hold her tight, hands full of soft curves that fit perfectly into my grip.
The innocent joy melts into something warmer. Deeper. Her hips roll lazily against mine, and the air thickens with sultry pheromones that make my mouth water.
Blaze chuckles and nudges Zero’s shoulder like they’re old drinking buddies. "Congrats, you made our Omega so happy she's horny."
Zero’s ears flush a deep, unmistakable red. He clears his throat, but the sound cracks halfway through. His gaze darts first to the ceiling, then to the floor, then to a spot over Shade’s shoulder that definitely doesn't require inspection.
“I… ah — yes. Right then. I’ll give you some privacy.” His voice is stiff, forced into the shape of authority, but it lands crooked.
He turns on his heel with sharp military precision, trying to recover some dignity, but there’s a telltale hitch in his movement.
I stifle a chuckle.
Blaze does not.
Alright then. So the stiff military man isn’t completely unfazed by our Omega. Apparently all it takes is a face-full of slick-laced perfume to have him walking like he forgot how knees work. I feel oddly vindicated. Like maybe the world still makes a little sense after all.
He reaches the tent flap and stops. His shoulders tense, caught between pride and practicality.
With a resigned sigh, he drags a hand down his face like he’s regretting every life choice that brought him to this moment.
“I hate to do this, but I’m running a delicate operation here. All of these soldiers came with me from the Fathim army when I defected. They’ve served with me for years and I trust them implicitly, but I have Alphas under my command who I need to stay calm. I can’t have them growling around the civilians. You need to neutralize her scent before it becomes a problem.”
