Page 47 of Omega's Salvation

Silas must have created a contingency plan for everything. Well, except for this.

Mateo finally enters, coated in a fresh layer of blood, grinning like a maniac. “I apologize for my behavior; Pierson deserved it. Fuck, Remi-”

Remi waves him off as he drags Mateo toward him. “If I had cared, I would have tried to block you. That man hasn’t been a father to me for a long time. Hurting my mates is just another reason why he should be dead. I should be furious with you for desecrating the corpse but I don’t really want anything to be left. The birds can have it in the spring. Now, let’s tie your brother up so Nepheline can slit his throat. I’ve kind of hit my killing quota today.”

I chuckle, feeling the same way. Silas just needs to see my face when I take his life. That’s all I truly need.

Mateo, Asani, and River help string Silas up until he’s firmly restrained, the Alpha groaning as he regains consciousness. He starts forward, growling at the predicament. Unlike Calista, Silas seems resigned to his fate but his focus is on his brother, not me.

Big mistake.

“So, you’ve come to end me? Congratulations. Fate outsmarted my attempts. Fuck you, Darius for leading me on like that. You couldn’t have told me about this bond shit? I would have never used you. Would have had you cut you down the moment I knew.” He spits at Mateo’s feet before trying to rip from his restraints again.

They won’t hold for long.

Darius moves to my side, threading his fingers through mine. “If I knew or even remembered Bambi, I still wouldn’t have told you because I wouldn’t have wanted to endanger her.” He brings my hand to his lips and kisses the back, causing Silas to scowl.

His shifted form is out to speak to, a wolf’s head speaking human words. Slowly, his body retreats so that I’m staring at a man who doesn’t look much different than Mateo. It’s eerie how similar they look but how different their auras are.

“Just get the killing over with, Mateo. We get it. I’ve lost. Truly.” He gestures for Mateo to do something but my Alpha just shakes his head. My other Alphas close in, smiling at Silas’ confusion. “What? No need to gang up on me. I know my fate. Funny how this all circles back around.”

I don’t understand why he’s giving up so easily.

For a man who spent nearly his entire life trying to take over a pack and gain ultimate power, Silas is nothing like what I imagined. This large Alpha is seemingly unbothered that he’s strapped to a chair and facing his death.

There’s something we’re missing.

Something that will haunt me.

Unfortunately, I still need Silas dead regardless and every moment he spouts shit from his mouth is a moment I wish he was dead and bleeding out on the floor. I step forward, drawing Silas’ attention to me. Amusement plays in his expression. “Ah, my Luna. You should have been mine but my selfish brother just had to have you. Have you come to wish me farewell before your Alpha kills his own brother?” His gaze dips lower to ogle my naked body, my mates’ growls following afterward.

Maverick clears his throat as he leans against a wall a few steps away. “You should be more terrified of the Luna you’re disrespecting.”

“Pierson did mention that but I don’t listen very well.”

“Our Luna holds more power and magic than Mateo does. She will lead this pack into a new era, one that you could only dream of being part of. Your death will mark an end and her position marks a beginning.”

Silas snorts as he struggles a little and then leans forward, his hands free. “And yet, I’m not dead yet.” An unnatural power ripples through him as he lunges toward Mateo intent on taking my Alpha from me, intent on finishing his plan regardless of who is backing him. Mateo easily sidesteps before wrapping a hand around Silas’ throat and thrusting him back into the seat he escaped.

Silas’ half-shifted form is nothing like Mateo’s or mine. He is the failed experiment of a serum, ruining his natural wolf for this version. He doesn’t so much as react when his head hits the wall, the plaster splintering behind him. Mateo snarls in his face, Silas’ eyes widening at the threat of death but I get to play god today.

“Tell me why, Silas. Why was it so fucking important to kill my entire fucking family?”

“I left you Flynn,” Silas chokes out, scraping at the hand around his throat. No doubt Mateo is pulling from the same power and magic reserve as when he held Kylan mid-shift. This truly is underwhelming for a fucking coward.

“Flynn was a joke and I could see right through him. Try again.”

“I needed you to hurt, to know true loss so that when I opened my arms you would run into them.”

I hate that Silas ever thought I would be his or that I would turn to his brand of hospitality. Had Darius’ loyalty shifted, I might have been forced to. “Why did you believe you could outrun fate? Darius said he told you that it wouldn’t work, that it already wasn’t working.”

“Because all of you believe that fate is this great thing. She isn’t. She doesn’t play nice with Mother Nature.” He coughs again when Mateo’s nails dig in a little deeper. “Fate and Mother Nature might be on your side but for how long? When the next person fucks up, Mother Nature will yank her magic right back and fate will use you to further someone else’s agenda. You aren’t fucking special. You’re just a pawn.”

His words don’t sit well with me but I can’t tell if it’s the truth that bothers me or the fact that Silas truly believes it. I step forward, unaware of how long Silas’ arms are, one of his clawed hands catching the side of my face and my neck. Pain sears into my flesh as I blink, shocked and pissed off that Silas thought that would do anything for his cause.

“After you killed my entire family, I only wanted you dead. Then I learned how much more of this world there was to enjoy and to love and to learn about. I realized that revenge is only a small part of life and that letting it consume me would rip me from the ones I care about.”

“So, you are a weak bitch?”

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