Page 65 of Fallen Omega

Fuck, she’s gorgeous, so fucking pretty it could hurt a heart if I had one.

It’s bad enough her scent’s compatible, and somehow, through the bite, I think Knight has temporarily bonded her to us three. We’re a gang, if you want to call it that, but we are still a pack, and a pack with three alphas means the connection felt by one is felt by us all.

I didn’t know it could do that.

Then again, there aren’t many packs out there with more than one alpha.

In the corner near the stage, Sienna is hovering. She’s got girls that she’s auditioned and is going to then run them by me.

Unfortunately, it’s me who makes the final decision. Knight would probably audition them in his bed because they’ll work here, not become pack members. There’s a difference and Knight, for all his pretty boy looks and easy smiles, is a shark when it comes to using the gray area to his advantage.

And Reaper?

I’d love to make him do this. He’d probably lose his mind.

Lizette sucks the corner of her lower lip into her mouth, then releases it. The bruise has healed a lot. But it’s still there which means the fucker hit her hard. It’s now green and yellow.

Her omega metabolism will have it gone in a day or so. She’s lucky, I guess, that she went into heat right when he hit her.

He’s lucky I wasn’t the one who followed. Or Reaper.

Although judging by her face, what Knight told me, I’m not sure who would have been worse—me or Reaper. Reap’s a cold-blooded killer who borders line of psychopathic. But he kills without compunction.

If I do it, it’s either in the line of whatever thing’s gone wrong, or it’s personal. This? I’d have been a sadistic cunt.

Then again, would Reap have taken his time, applied the art of torture?

The bruises are enough to send him back to our childhoods, to take out buried hurts on the asshole would-be rapist. He doesn’t like the weak, old, young, and very innocent getting hurt. I might be the only living being who knows that about him.

I’m not saying it’s a softness in him. More a way to assuage what happened to him.

Lizette’s trying not to glare. “Don’t flatter yourself. I don’t want you either. Any of you.”

“Bold words to a big, bad criminal alpha.”

Lizette sniffs. “I’ve met worse.”

She’s aiming for indifference, but something catches and her vulnerability shows. I’m betting she’s fucking thinking of the asshole who tried to take advantage of her.

I change my mind then and there about Knight. He’s got heart. He’s not a natural killer. He’s suited to run diabolical things using his tech skills. He’s suited to digging the kind of dirt that gets hidden in files and behind firewalls and complex passwords. But he’s killed. He’ll kill again.

The only thing that saved the dickhead, Jake, was her.

Knight wanted to save her more.

And fuck her.

“Reaper?” I ask. “But you haven’t met him yet.”

“No.” She looks around like he might be lurking and there’s a sudden energy to her, a lift.

Of course, Lizette has smelled his scent. And she’s into it. Like with mine. Like with Knight’s.

It’s the fucking mark.

“He’s worse. Bad to the fucking bone, Lizette. A psychopath, they say. Better keep him on your side.”

“It’s hard to keep someone on your side when everyoneeither wants to fuck me or own me.” Her eyes sharpen. “Or reject me.”

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