Page 112 of Glass Omega

“You are here because you are a very important key to my plans and as for your husband, I’m sure that, right about now, he’s realizing you are no longer safely asleep in your bed.”

“Your plans?” I prodded, hoping he would let something slip that I could use later.

Volkov’s smile was slow and dangerous, sending a chill down my spine. “I am not some stereotypical supervillain, Mrs. Keane, I am not going to tell you all of my dirty little secrets in some long drawn out monologue. Now, please make yourself at home, you’ll be here for a while.”

Volkov turned and began to head back down the dark hallway, his uncle following behind him at a close clip.

“Vladimir you promised I’d get to use the next omega and she’s so ripe for the material I need and I already have the perfect test subject in the beta—”

“And I have told you no, uncle, I will find you another omega, but this one is off limits.” Volkov cut the man’s whining off decisively as the metal door opened again.

I waited for them to disappear completely before I let myself flop back down into the bed, my limbs shaking as I once again gave in to the drug-induced sleep that had been riding me hard ever since I woke up.

My last thought before sleep took me was that Edison and Rhodes would find me and there was nothing to worry about.

I just hoped they did it soon.

“This is almost perfect,” the same nasally voice from earlier crowed excited.

As I opened my eyes, I was forced to squint at the bright light overhead, confusion filling me as I realized I wasn’t in my little plastic cube anymore but instead lying on a cold metal table with my wrists and ankles strapped down.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my head still swimming as I turned to find Andrey standing right off to the side filling a syringe with some type of clear liquid.

Just past him I caught sight of two more metal tables. On one was Luscinia and her eyes were closed, her blonde hair spilling over the side, and on the other was a taller woman I didn’t recognize.

She had dark hair that was pulled out of her face leaving her brown eyes wide with fear as she rolled her head back and forth, humming under her breath.

I didn’t know the woman, but it was easy enough to place the voice that had been singing earlier.

“You’re…” I began, swallowing down the sudden wash of nausea I was feeling. “You’re supposed to leave me alone.”

While Andrey hadn’t seemed to have heard me the first time, he definitely did the second.

Blue eyes shifted away from the syringe to me as he offered me a smile that wasn’t altogether sane.

“He’ll forgive me. Vladdy always forgives me. I gave him the keys to the kingdom and all he has to do is fund my dreams.” I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or to himself, but he started to approach me with the full syringe in hand. “You’re already soclose to your heat andmywhat a heat it will be. I’ve never had an omega’s genetic material during her first heat before—the last really good one was so long ago and even she’d gone through it a few times. You are perfect for what I need, my dear.”

The man giggled and it sent shivers down my spine.

“But I’m not in heat though,” I told him, hoping it would buy me a few extra minutes.

Andrey grinned down at me, giving the syringe a squeeze to get any air bubbles out. At some point while I was unconscious he must have run an IV line in my hand because he was reaching for it as I tried to pull my way out of the straps. “This will fix that easily. You should feel honored, finding heat stimulants is no small feat now that they’ve been banned in almost every first world country, my dear. Very, very expensive.”

I gawked at him as he attached the syringe to the IV port and began to depress the plunger. “Apologies in advance as I’m afraid this will hurt a bit.”

As soon as the liquid flowed through the IV and into my hand it was like he’d injected me with fire.

A guttural scream was pulled from my throat as every inch of me was set ablaze followed by the most vicious cramping I’d ever felt.

Need alpha, need alpha, need alpha,my inner omega whimpered piteously as she seemed to reach out and grip my mind in between burning claws.

I was almost mindless with it all, only picking up on bits and pieces of what Andrey was saying as he continued to talk about what he was doing.

“You see, I have been working for over forty years trying to find a way to turn the much less desired betas into an omega with very little success. It’s never been done before, but I’ve gotten quite close.”

A moan slipped free from my mouth, drowning out his words for a moment as my hips bucked upwards and I squeezed my thighs together for any sort of friction to ease the molten ache in between my legs.

“Thirty-eight years ago I met a young woman who was almost as fresh as you.” Andrey sighed almost nostalgically. “Her genetic material was some of the purest, I just didn’t have the right beta specimen to work with—the girl was a late bloomer and all injecting her with omega genetic material did was awaken her already latent designation. Not quite what I was going for, I’ll admit. Then my facility was trashed by those damned Irish after that and I lost her forever.”

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