Page 70 of Fallen Omega

We got bounced around, unwanted, and shoved into a pack where we met and had each other’s backs. The only reason they tolerated us was the fact we were alphas. And young.

I prefer prison to that kind of pack life. One under the rule of the fucking Council.

Actually, there are times I prefer prison to other things and places.

There are rules, yes. People leave me be in the slammer.Kill or be killed is a thing in there, but other inmates learned early on I’m the kill kind. Not the be-killed.

I’m tall, scarred, covered in ink, but I’m lithe. They mistake that for weak. Once. It only ever happens once. After all, the dead don’t make mistakes.

Prison gave me room to think, breathe. I honed my body and mind. Learned. Some lifers expected me to try and rule or form a pack to take down others. But all I wanted was to be left alone. And it got me respect.

But prison had limitations. No pussy. No real freedom. So, I’d always break out. The two times I got taken back there was for a reason.

This time, they think I’m dead.

But an alpha with a habit of shunning packs needs something.

Maybe it’s why, when I found Dante again, I joined his pack.

Fuck, maybe I got sick of escaping from prison. I’ve no intention of serving a life sentence for murder. They only know about the one. I’ve killed countless and not lost a moment’s sleep over any of them.

Killing in prison tends to erase parole chances.

So, one day I used my skills and disappeared for the final time. I turned invisible; it was that easy.

Now I’m out for good, and I’m more finely tuned, the skin around me harder, my kill set wider.

And I can track and hunt and surveille like no one’s business.

I give Ghost a run for his fucking money.

Inside, lights go on. Christopher carries the groceries and then he disappears. Lizette flits from room to room. Someone needs to tell her to pull the fucking blinds. Her father was the one who put them in, otherwise, she’d have pulled them down before turning on one light.

Dante wants to manipulate her, have her come back to us.Wants her to hand her trust over to us. Fine by me. Things are easier when someone comes in on their own.

Knight’s not a fan of the plan.

I don’t like him or dislike him. He’s family now, but there are times…he looks at me like he thinks I’ll slice his throat in his sleep.

He’s right.

I would.

If he betrayed me, Dante, or the pack.

However, I don’t think he will.

But he also didn’t grow up in a pack. Like Lizette. He had beta parents, a normal, shitty upbringing. He’s an anomaly, born of betas, but he’s an alpha.

This should interest me.

It doesn’t.

People are, essentially, people. No matter the differences. It’s what they do that makes me kill or leave them alone. It’s simple.

The longer I stand, the more I realize something.

It’s a good plan.

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