Page 40 of Fallen Omega

Yes, they have. And have met with no success.

We’ve spawned a criminal empire. Dante carved up a place for us to gain control, and the Unholy Trinity are not to be messed with.

Unless we’re taken by a Council approved little omega.

Or one of us is.

We haven’t shared. Not the three of us.

Dante and I have. He likes control. And he likes free play. I want the hunt, blood, bones, elemental sex.

It makes an interesting dynamic when we throw a willing woman into the mix.

I take my mind from the image and back to the right thought track.

“Yeah, I know,” I say. “But if we take a Council omega, which they mainly are, then they’ll think they have control.”

They will. The Council’s reach is deep and once a mating with one of theirs happens…

I’m a little fuzzy on the details, but it’s got to do with registration. We’re not registered and it pisses them off.

But… “I don’t see any sign she’s registered.”

“She’s not,” Dante bites out. “Yet. But she’s meant to be.”

“So, we ban her.”

“It’s not going to be that easy.”

I wait for the bomb to explode.

He growls, then says, “Fucking Knight marked her.”

My blood runs cold, but now it turns to ice. “But he didn’t rut?”

“No.”

“I’ll be back soon.”

“Good, because we need to work this out.”

I finish my search, and then I turn off the lights, and let myself out, glad to be out of there, glad to breathe fresh air that doesn’t hold intoxication.

I take the long way back and find David Finch looking at the apartment. He’s talking to someone on the phone. “I fucking lost him, okay?”

Then, “Yeah, I hear you. But she isn’t home.”

When he hangs up, I follow him.

Idiot’s heading to the Hollows.

He’s easy—boring—to trail. And I manage to get ahead of him. Then I step from the shadows.

My adrenaline surges. I love this part.

“Looking for me?” I bark out.

The man takes one massive step back.

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