Page 81 of Marked Omega

My Alphas are huddled around me protectively. Their inquisitive eyes follow my movements as I work. Despite my best efforts to explain this technology, they refuse to see it as anything other than magic.

Yeah, tech isn’t really these guys’ strong suit.

Hunting big game to keep me fed and clothed? Check. Starting a fire by literally rubbing sticks together? Check. Making love to me into the wee hours of the morning until I’m nothing but a panting, sweating puddle of love. Check. Check. Check.

But anything to do with technology? Yeah…not so much.

Still, I’m glad to have them gathered around me right now. The warmth radiating from their massive bodies makes me feel so safe and protected, and I really need that feeling right now, because I’m super nervous about what I’m getting ready to do.

“Okay,” Hannah says after I have everything hooked up, “let’s give it a try.”

I hold the small black microphone up to my lips.

“Test, test, test,” I say as I glance at my three Alphas. “One. Two. Three.”

A voice waveform wobbles on the cracked screen of the data slate, showing that it is picking up my voice. Hannah gives me a thumbs up.

This has been in the works for several months now. There was a great deal of discussion with the council of the tribe. Plus, Hannah and I talked it out between ourselves too. We know that it is going to have major repercussions on the city hives of the outside world. But in the end, we decided that it was important for the truth to come out.

We also waited until we had removed the tracking and monitoring devices that SynerGen implanted in us. It took us forever to locate the damn things—just a teensy little chip inserted beneath the skin at the back of our necks. We don’t know what kind of blowback there will be, but we know that SynerGen will be none too happy with us, and we wanted to make sure they couldn’t track our movements, just to be safe.

We’re going to blow the whistle about SynerGen, the cataclysm, and the apparent government coverup.

With Dr. Lucian’s data slate, we will be able to transmit our message out to the hives. We have picked our recipients carefully. The media is controlled by the government and corporations like SynerGen, but we know that there are still some reporters who care about the truth and are willing to take the risk to spread the word.

But at the end of the day, we are sending it out to anyone who will listen. Scientists, lawyers, police. We know that many of them will dismiss our message out of hand. Others will be too scared to bring it to light.

All we can do is hope that someone will listen.

“Are you ready?” Hannah asks.

Somehow she managed to talk me into being the one who would record the message. I’m starting to feel a bit of stage fright. You would think my binding ceremony took care of that.

I nod to Hannah, and she switches on the tablet’s satellite connection, allowing it to broadcast to the hives.

This is it. I’m live.

I take a deep breath and look at each of my Alphas in turn. Young and beautiful Kadmon smiles at me, and even now, at this most inopportune of times, his sexy lip ring stirs a pulse of arousal within me. I glance at the scars on his shoulder and his chest, thinking of all we have been through together.

Next, I look to Hasker, my protector. His shorn skull is hatched with scars that he received long before I ever met him. God, some of those scars are probably even older than me. He is a fearsome Alpha. But his dark eyes have an alluring twinkle, and I can sense the barest hint of a smile behind his grizzled, silvered beard.

Last, Addom. He is my steadfast rock. His gray, speckled eyes stare into my soul, soothing me, and silently telling me that somehow, whatever happens, everything will be all right in the end, as long as we are together.

They are my mates and the fathers of my children. They are my Alphas. We are bound forever.

Addom nods, urging me to begin.

I take one more deep breath to still my nerves, and then I begin to speak to the world.

“My name is Lily. I am an omega…”

THE END