Page 18 of Fallen Omega

We control the dark corners of this city. It’s perfect.

So, if she’s clean of the Council stench and influence, and unmarked, she can leave here that way. We don’t want or need her.

I just want to know why the fuck she walked in through my door when she’s about to go into heat.

Whatever she is, her scent is unlike anything I’ve ever smelled. And Reaper? The way he watches her, like he’s preparing to take down his prey, feels the same.

“Her scent is soaked into the bones of her apartment. It surrounds the place.” Reaper lifts his eyes from her and glances at Mason, who’s one of our bartenders. A beer appears and Reap takes it, gaze settling back on the omega. “She’s toxic.”

“Toxic?”

“I hunt. Never smelled anything so strong, so alluring.” He lifts the bottle and takes a swig. “Toxic.”

“The apartment’s clean, too?”

He rubs a hand over his haphazardly shaved head. And the move is telling. Though we’ve only been back in contact a few years, I fucking trust him. Others might not. Knight’s on the fence, but Knight’s the kind of guy who won’t judge until he needs to. He trusts me. That’s enough.

And I’m more than aware this dangerous man I’m standing with will fucking gut you without blinking, but he’s also loyal. To me. To the Unholy Trinity. To Knight.

“Didn’t have long in there.”

“But?” I prompt.

“She’s not working for the Council,” he says. “But she’ll be on their radar.”

Meaning: young, untouched, omega.

Unregistered or she’d have been knocked up and pushing out some unworthy alpha’s fucking spawn by now.

I set my glass down and watch as the girl picks up a drink, her second already. The purse of her lips when she takes aswallow tells me she’s not usually a drinker. But already there’s a ripple in the energy of the club, the alphas in here picking up her radiating scent. And it makes the air taut, electric. Someone’s gonna make a fucking move. Maybe a few.

Darcy catches my eye with a frown. Her mark’s no doubt given up whatever information she hit him for—I’ll find out later—because he’s back with his little crew.

She looks at the fucking omega, and then me and Reaper, like she sees trouble.

I just raise a brow. She does too, and then picks up some glasses and sashays across the room to the door where Julien is, before handing the big mountain of a man a drink.

He squeezes her ass.

The only man known to do that and live.

“There’s a difference between working for them and being an unsuspecting plant,” I say. “They’ve done it before.”

A few outlier alphas in shady businesses, like us, have been roped in by an omega, and suddenly, they’re on the Council’s stockpile.

The fucking Council sees it as the natural order, a way of keeping things clean, organized, fair.

It’s control, pure and simple, a way to keep everyone under their thumb, their sway.

And I don’t like it.

Just like I don’t like this coincidence of her walking in here.

“One other thing.” Reaper’s words send a chill through me.

I wait.

“She spoke to someone. No, he spoke to her. Like a warning.”

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