Page 74 of Marked Omega

A hand clamps over my mouth, trapping my scream before it can escape my lips. The hand is big, but not Alpha big. And the texture of the skin is weird, sterile, and rubbery.

That’s because it’s not a hand at all. It’s a glove.

“Hello, Lily,” a distorted voice lilts.

I try to wriggle away, but another hand snakes its way around my upper body, and I am lifted off the ground, my back pressing against more rubbery material. I kick my legs but it’s of no use. The man who has captured me from behind is far too strong. And as he spins me around, I see his companion, the man who just spoke.

“It’s time to go home,” he says.

Although the visored helmet hiding his face modulates his voice to a harsh rasping sound, I still recognize his cadence. It’s Dr. Lucian.

“Hurry up, Bishop,” he says, gesturing toward the light at the edge of the woods. “Take her to the vehicle before the Alpha wakes up.”

“Why don’t we tranquilize the Alpha and grab him too?” a voice behind me says, and I realize that the guy holding me is Bishop. “We shouldn’t pass up this opportunity.”

“Fuck the Alpha,” Dr. Lucian snaps. “Too much trouble. Too much risk. Besides, we don’t need him now. We have something so much better.”

I try to scream until my face is red and it feels like every blood vessel in my eyeballs will pop, but it’s no use. With Bishop’s gloved hand over my mouth, all that comes out is a faint whine from my nose.

“Fine,” Bishops says. “Have it your way. But you’re making a mistake.”

They carry me away, and I see the black, jagged shape of the armored transport parked at the forest’s edge.

“Put the omega in the back,” Dr. Lucian orders as he marches around to the passenger side of the car. “And make sure to restrain her well.”

Bishop chuckles as he opens the rear door.

“What is a helpless omega going to do to us?”

“You’d be surprised,” Dr. Lucian says as he climbs into the front passenger seat of the vehicle. “Omegas can be surprisingly dangerous under the right conditions. Not as dangerous as—“

Before he can finish, a blood curdling roar booms from the forest, scattering the birds from the treetops. Bishop tenses up behind me.

“The Alpha,” he snarls. “Shit.”

Kadmon explodes out of the foliage like a charging grizzly bear. His eyes are wild with a berserker rage, and his teeth are bared. His overdeveloped canine fangs glint in the sun.

Bishop moves quickly. He shoves me into the back seat and slams the door behind me. Then he whirls around, pistol drawn and aimed at the charging Alpha. The gun barks three times, the sound dampened inside the vehicle.

Kadmon doubles over and collapses to the ground, his body digging a wide gouge in the grassy terrain from the momentum of his charge.

“Kadmon!” I scream.

I try the handle of the vehicle door, but it is already locked. I thump my palms against the glass, but it’s far to thick for me to break it.

In a flash, Bishop is in the driver seat. He slams the car into gear and tears out across the fields, tires sending up a spray of dark earth in our wake.

Through the rear window of the vehicle, I can see Kadmon stirring. He struggles to get to his feet, but stumbles.

“Kadmon!” I cry again as tears blur my vision. “You motherfucking assholes.”

Fury courses through my veins like fire. I whirl in my seat ready to tear these men apart with my bare hands or die trying.

But I find myself staring down the muzzle of a pistol aimed straight at my head.

“Take it easy, Lily.” Now protected by the vehicle’s shielding, Dr. Lucian has removed his helmet, and he’s grinning at me. He angles the gun down so it’s pointing at my heart, then at my belly. “If not for your own sake, then for your child’s.”

CHAPTER 32: LILY