Page 113 of Fallen Omega

I stare at him. “Are you saying we should kill her?” Is he saying this is true? It’s us?

He continues. “This lot decide to mark her, but they’re stopped, then all ejected from society. And die.”

“So…happy ending?”

“It’s a fairytale. They’re always fucking gruesome.” He takes a sip. “It’s old, and it’s one of those obscure ones.”

“It’s fantasy. This kind of shit is full of the power of three and seven. And oracles and their ilk. What’s the point?”

“Point is the bond. The mark dulls her scent to others, but to us, it’s the same. She’s powerful, and as a pack with three alphas—maybe it wouldn’t hurt if we marked her, too.”

Now I’m probably gawping at him.

“That’s the stupidest thing… Fuck, Reap. The story isn’t real.”

He takes in breath, checks his phone and then nods. “I know, but I got to thinking about the elements of it. The real bond works in the forever way if she bites us back.”

“We don’t want that,” I say.

He shrugs. “It’s an idea.”

“You want her to bond with us?”

“If she doesn’t bite back, if we prevent her, then it’s a strong,almostunbreakable bond.”

“Fuck, Reaper. The mark’s still on her from Knight.” I take a gulp of my whiskey. “And you want to add more.”

“We have to do it soon, if we do.”

I grab his arm. “So what? We tie ourselves to her? We treat fucking Lizette like she’s this Never Ending?”

“Listen to me, Dante. If the three of us bite her? It’ll really mark her as ours, but without her claiming us, she can still leave.”

Suddenly, my head jerks up as I get what he means. “But only if we release her. Once we work out what the fuck the Council is up to.”

“And if Ghost’s with them now.”

If we mark her, it’s strong, protects us and her, and also claims her. But there’s still the get out of fucking jail card. The claiming isn’t complete if we just bite and she doesn’t return the favor.

Fucking Reaper, leading me through fairytale land.

“Yeah. Okay, I see it.” I take another swallow and shake my head. “Should have led with the bite theory. Are you going with Julien?”

The change in subject doesn’t bother Reaper. “There’s an illegal, and I mean dirty, dangerous, illegal name in the shipping yard. We’ll get him there.” He gets up. “Think about it. The mark from all of us.”

When he puts his cigarette between his lips and heads out to meet Julien—another bouncer’s on the door, here nice and early. I glance at my device.

The club’s filling up enough for me to go down to the lower level.

“Out,” I say to Knight by way of greeting.

“Fuck you, dude. I’m enjoying the eye candy.”

He glances at the stage as one of the girls comes out, but his gaze drifts back to Lizette.

“Enjoy it through my device.” I hand him the tablet. “We’re swapping places, as planned.”

Muttering, Knight leaves and I lean against the bar, watching her, making sure she’s following my teachings.

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