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"Like you're the North Star in his empty sky," she observes with a knowing look. "Yeah, we've all noticed."
"Or a moth he's dying to pin down." I push out a breath, willing my heart to settle. "But he might just help us—if his obsession proves stronger than his loyalty."
"Play them both, Star. You're the Queen; they're just pieces on your board."
"Feels more like I'm the one being played," I confess, the weight of our plight heavy on my chest.
"Then rewrite the rules," Lark insists, fire flaring in her battered form. "We are omegas, but we are not weak. We hold power they can't even imagine."
"Power," I echo, a surge of determination breaking through the haze of doubt.
"Plan smart," Lark continues, her spirit unbroken by Diesel's brutality. "And remember, trust is a luxury we can't afford—not if freedom's the prize."
"Freedom," I whisper, letting the word fill me, fuel me.
There was a time I knew freedom...before Pacific City, before the crash, before Dreamland. IknowI wasn't born into this life of rain-slick, grimy streets and alphas who will pay top dollar for the omega of their dreams.
And even though these other omegas were born into it, they deserve to get loose as much as anyone else does.
I'll lead them out.
"You should get some more sleep today," I murmur. "If you've healed up enough, we can get you back tending bar tonight."
Lark nods, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. "Yeah, I could use a few more hours of shut-eye. But promise me you won't do anything reckless without a foolproof plan. You're too important to the rest of us. We need you."
I smile at her concern. "Cross my heart, Lark. I won't make any moves until we have everything in place."
She lets out a small sigh of relief and sinks back into her pillow. "Good. I trust you, Star."
The weight of her trust settles on my shoulders as I quietly slip out of her room and make my way through the corridors of Dreamland. The morning light casts long shadows along the cracked floors, highlighting the decay that seeps through every crack and crevice of this desolate place--the hidden rooms where we live when we're not on that glittering stage.
As an omega, it's easy to feel invisible in this world dominated by alphas. But Lark is right; we hold a power they can't fathom. Alphas may hold all the cards, but omegas are the ones that make alphas move, the ones who can drive them to the brink of ruin, all for a taste of us.
It's time to reclaim that power and rewrite our own narrative.
Chapter six
Gunnar
Rain pours down outside,a steadydrip-drip-dripon the church roof. The walls close in on me, the space too small to contain my thoughts or the turmoil of emotions churning inside. My mind is a war zone, bullets flying left and right, hitting every thought, every feeling until nothing but shrapnel remains.
The scent of old cigarette smoke and sweat clings to the air, making it hard to breathe. My eyes roam over the items strewn about: a half-empty bottle of rum, an ashtray full of butts, a few books on chemistry collecting dust.
This is Luka's lair—my sanctuary, the place where I come to hide from the world, where I've spent weeks shooting the shit with Rook and Luka.
But it no longer feels safe...because I'm hiding something from my friends.
Her.
Aisling...the girl of my dreams, locked away in Dreamland.
I shouldn't be thinking about her like this. I'm not anyone in the Angels, and my whole career--and my life itself--is on the line. But every time she looks at me, I melt. Every damn time our fingers brush, sparks fly. I'm spiraling out of control, torn between loyalty to my gang and something I don't even understand yet.
Rook and Luka are the closest thing I've ever had to family, butfuck, I want her.
It ain't right.
But that's not going to change how I feel, or what I'm going to do.
