Page 117 of Shared Omega

“I’ll live.”

“For a second there I thought I would have to fight you,” Kane chuckles. “I’m glad it didn’t come to that. You must be the toughest Alpha I’ve ever seen.”

Truk beams at the older Alpha’s compliment. After a moment, though, his brow furrows and he glances around the room.

“Where is Dog?”

Right on cue, there is a sound of running feet from the outer corridor. A moment later, Dog appears in the doorway with Hines in tow. When he sees Truk, his eyes light up with happiness.

“Truk, you’re alive!”

“Never been better.”

Next Dog looks to me.

“We did it,” he says. “We removed the code that was blocking Lily’s transmissions from the Zone. Now the message is being spread all over the city, to journalists, news agencies, universities and businesses, you name it.”

My heart thumps a little faster. We did it. We completed our mission.

“Good work,” I say.

Dog hikes his thumb over his shoulder toward Hines.

“Really, Hines here did all the work. She deserves the credit.”

The woman steps forward from the shadows, and as she does so, her eyes fall on the dead body where it lies sprawled on the floor in an ever-widening pool of blood.

“Oh my,” she gasps. “Is that…”

I nod.

“It’s Frostgrave. What’s left of him, anyway.”

Hines turns her eyes away from the gruesome sight, and she looks a little green around the gills.

I place my hand on her shoulder.

“Thank you for this, Hines. We couldn’t have done this without you.”

She smiles weakly.

“It was…the right thing to do.”

I feel another hand on my own shoulder. It’s Dog. His face, as usual, is stern—all business.

“We’ve completed the objective,” he says. “Now we need to get the hell out of here.”

***

Hines directs us to an elevator at the side of the building that is away from the main areas, and we are able to make it down to the first level without running into any guards. Next we take a side exit out into a dark alley. It smells of rotting garbage and car exhaust, but the warm air feels good on my bare skin.

I feel free again after being enclosed in that cell.

We linger for a moment in the shadows where no one can see us.

“Hines,” I ask, turning to the woman. “What are you going to do? The backlash from this could be pretty bad. SynerGen may come after you pretty hard.”

“I know,” she says, but she doesn’t sound worried. If anything, her voice sounds relieved, like she’s finally gotten a heavy weight off of her shoulders. “I’ve got a place where I can lie low for a while. Hopefully, it will all turn out okay.”