Page 85 of Mercy & Her Devils

No wonder they’ve been acting like liberals.

They’re even allowing the Second Alpha to be the leader on missions, while the Chief Alpha remains back on base and cooks.

This is the future that the Omega Society have been fighting for, which I thought was impossible.

Is this equality between dynamics truly possible?

The wailing siren cuts off.

“What the hell have you done this time, Toni?” A cold, deep voice demands from the kitchen. “Did you think that our Kai wouldn’t send me an encoded message to inform me that you’d snatched some random Omegas and ruined everything? You’re in deep shit.”

I’d recognize those firm tones anywhere, even though they’re colder than they used to be.

My face drains of color, and I stumble to my feet.

I’m shaking.

It can’t be.

Can it?

“Please…” I whisper.

Antonio gives a nervous laugh. “Maybe the kissing of his life may have to wait.”

To my shock, Lark pushes his way in front of Antonio and prowls across the balcony, shoving the new Alpha back.

The man is so startled that he allows himself to be knocked to the floor.

Lark straddles him. His hair falls over the man’s face.

“Leave your Beta alone,” Lark snarls.

The Second Alpha is dressed in a black polo neck, tight jeans, and a sleek leather jacket. He’s in his mid-twenties with a soldier’s build. He’s impossibly handsome with tanned skin, a chiseled jaw, and neat, honey blond hair.

It’s Gabriel.

Am I dreaming?

My pulse is roaring in my ears. I’m frozen to the spot with shock.

I’ve been so frightened about what had happened to Gabriel ever since he was sent to the military academy and after, when I discovered that he was marked for execution.

But here he is, being straddled by Lark.

I didn’t know how I’d feel when I saw him again.

Would I feel the same intense love that I used to, every time that he walked into a room?

And I do.

I fucking do.

Seeing him now is like part of my missing Soul being returned to me.

You never forget your first love.

Gabriel and I didn’t choose to separate. We were cruelly parted. Our potential bond was torn away from us.

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