Not weak.Vulnerable. Our scents, smaller forms, stupid heat cycles, and natural inclination to listen to an alpha makes us vulnerable.But, pay attention, omegas are not weak. Especially when we're mad. You think an alpha is scary…goodness help those who ever encounter a feral omega.
My eyes bounce around the store and find a sign hanging from the ceiling that reminds me I need more slick pads. I ran out yesterday. As much as my men hate me soaking it up just to throw it out, I refuse to sit in sloppy underwear constantly.
It's only sexy if they're around to enjoy it.
Tugging on Kade's sleeve, I point to the aisle. He nods silently and follows. Unfortunately as we come up on the aisle, three young omegas stiffen and shy away from my men.
I force myself to sigh in silence. Turning around, I pat Kade's chest and shoo him away. His frown warms my heart and heeventually nods, guiding Silas away as he mentions something about an ingredient they forgot.
Sucking in a breath, I turn back to the aisle, feeling sad when I see the male omega trying his best to shield the two girls. It takes a bit too much effort to be normal, but I manage a small smile as I pass by them.
We're near the door, a strategic maneuver by the store to allow this aisle some extra airflow. It's all omega products, so I respect the layout concept, but it's also a bad safety call to make. Maybe? Or it gives us a good escape if need be. Interesting, I'll have to ask Jarek about it; layouts and strategy are his wheelhouse.
My chest hums, and it feels like the right side of my head vibrates a little. I frown, pausing mid reach for the box of pads. Automatically, I shift further into my subconscious and almost choke when I realize the red tether is so close it looks huge and...and...angry.
Glancing around, I find it's still just me and the three others who are nervously reading the back of every single box. I don't see any sign of Kade or Silas which only heightens the itching in my heels to figure this out once and for all.
I haven't been fair to my pack. Barely talking, hardly eating, pulling away, and thinking too hard—I've made things difficult for them. Maybe if I can actually reach this entity, I'll be better. I could feel better and put it behind me.
Mind made up, I straighten my spine and duck around the other side of the aisle closest to the door. The further I go, the more my eyes blur and I slip into my head. Consciously, I realize how risky this is, but there is no stopping me.
My omega side leaps in my chest and nudges me forward, screeching about the inevitability of this moment. I'm meant to chase this, but I'm not so sure I'm supposed to do it alone.
The last thing I physically feel is the warm sun hitting my face and hands before I'm completely sucked into the angry vibrations. I'm calm, though. At ease with this turn of events as my hindbrain drives me onward.
Inevitable. My pack doesn't know anything has changed because this has been my course all along.
There it is. Humming and buzzing a few feet away. My vision warps and clears enough for me to see the man who has done nothing but torment me with his unwanted presence.
Over a foot taller than me, with black and wavy slicked back hair and a strong clean-shaven jaw, he looks pissed. If I could speak, I would tell him to get in line. His scent, all earthy and metallic static, is intriguing but he's notmine. There’s no immediate indication that he’s my mate. At least I don't think so. But why would the pull to him be this strong if he wasn’t?
I feel my head cock, but I'm losing myself in his wide golden gaze. He looks at me and I buzz in tune with his tether. Does he feel me too? There's no recognition or awe...just awhat the fuckkind of glare.
He's in my bond, he smells like he could be a scent match, but there's no immediateMINErecognition. At least on my end. Judging by the rage on his handsome face, it's mutual.
Then, he lunges at me.
Sixteen
Riot
I've been tracking these garbage pieces of fucking shit for two fucking months. Why in the hell they ended up in Billings, Montana doesn't matter right now. What matters is the fact that they're huddled in an alleyway waiting for someone.
It's a risky spot for them to do anything considering we're in the heart of downtown at the time everyone is off work. Maybe that's the point. If their goal is to create a distraction, the amount of people rushing through errands to get home for the weekend is the perfect time to do it. The chaos they could create to get their mark.
What concerns me is I think they're targeting someone specific. I saw three younger omegas enter the grocery store a few doors down, but these guys are grouped in the alley beside a flower shop.
There's no doubt in my mind they're waiting for whoever's shift is about to end. I just have no fucking idea how they know anyone who works here is an omega. That's their MO. They're omega traffickers. I'm starting to wonder if this group is tasked with finding specific omegas. Like hitmen or something. They've passed by many opportunities to kidnap someone at randomthese past few weeks. Makes me wonder who they're working for andwhatexactly they're looking for.
My daily goal is to keep as many omegas from suffering at the hands of these monsters who call themselves alphas. ThePremium Designation. This fucking movement or cult or whatever the hell you call it needs to end.
I'm the perfect candidate to help, too. No family, won't jump through legal hoops to save an innocent, no home, and I carry my rage like armor. I'm highly motivated with no strings.
The family who created me, who wanted and loved me, were murdered by people like the scum in front of me.
All I know is anger. All Ifeelis anger.
My life is revenge and righting as many wrongs as I can because I'll never be able to bring back the only people who cared about me. I'm a wrong that can't be righted. I won't let anyone else live this pissed off nomad experience if I can help it.
