Page 107 of Hunted Omega: Part Two

One by one, everyone shares their fears. The room feels heavier with each admission, the air thick with tension and vulnerability.

Zane is the first to speak, his voice rough with emotion. “I’ve already failed one omega,” he says, his fists clenching at his sides. “I can’t bear the thought of failing another.” He looks at me, his eyes intense and filled with a mix of determination and fear. “Aria, I swear to you, I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe—to keep all omegas safe. I won’t let history repeat itself.”

Malachi nods, his usual composure cracking as he speaks. “This pack is everything to me,” he confesses, his voice low and strained. “If we lose each other in this fight, Noah wins no matter what.” He looks around at all of us, his gaze lingering on each face. “We need to stay united, no matter what happens. We’re stronger together.”

Dash shifts uncomfortably, his usual joviality replaced by a raw honesty that makes my heart ache. “I… I’m scared of relapsing,” he admits, his hand unconsciously moving to the pocket where he keeps his sobriety chip. “The stress, the danger… It’s all so much, and I know if I slip, I won’t just be letting myself down, but all of you as well.”

I reach out, placing a hand on Dash’s shoulder. “We’ve got your back, man,” I say firmly. “You aren’t alone in this.”

“Quinn’s right,” Aria adds, her voice soft but steady. “We’re a pack. We support each other, no matter what.”

Malachi nods in agreement. “Dash, your sobriety is important to all of us. We’ll do whatever it takes to help you stay on track.”

Zane grunts, which is his way of showing support. “If you need someone to talk to, or just to sit with… I’m here. We all are.”

Dash looks around at all of us, his eyes shining with unshed tears. “Thanks, guys,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. “I… That means more than you know.”

As we listen, the room feels different. The tension has lessened, replaced by a shared understanding. We aren’t just a group of alphas and one omega. We’re a family that’s been scared to show our cracks. The air feels lighter, as if by voicing our fears, we’ve released some of the pressure that’s been building.

“Thank you all for sharing,” I say, surprised by the steadiness in my voice. “Now that we understand each other’s concerns better, maybe we can work together to address them. I have some ideas for a compromise, if you’re willing to hear them.”

I take a deep breath, looking at each of my packmates in turn. “Alright, let’s approach this systematically,” I begin, my mind already racing with possibilities. “We each have unique strengths, and we need to use them all if we’re going to take down Noah’s operation.”

Malachi leans forward, his eyes intense. “What do you have in mind, Quinn?”

“Well,” I say, my fingers twitching with the urge to start typing, “we need to think of this like a complex algorithm. Each of us is a vital component.”

Zane grunts, his brow furrowed. “Cut the tech talk, Quinn. What are you suggesting?”

I can’t help but smile a little. “Sorry, force of habit. Look, it’s like running the salon. We need precision and patience, not just raw power.”

“How does that translate to taking down Noah?” Dash asks, his usual playfulness tempered by seriousness.

I nod, grateful for the question. “Malachi, you’re our leader. Your strength is in strategy and keeping us united. We need you to be our command center, coordinating our efforts.”

Malachi nods slowly, his posture straightening. “I can do that.”

“Zane,” I continue, “your contacts in law enforcement are crucial. We need to know who we can trust and who’s in Noah’s pocket. Can you handle that?”

Zane’s eyes flash with determination. “Consider it done.”

I turn to Dash. “Your charm and social skills are going to be key. We need you to be our eyes and ears on the street. Talk to people, and gather information, but,” I add, softening my voice, “we’ll make sure you aren’t put in situations that might jeopardize your sobriety.”

Dash swallows hard, nodding. “Thanks, Quinn. I won’t let you down.”

“And Aria,” I say, meeting her eyes, “your insight into Noah’s operation is invaluable. You know how he thinks and operates. We need you to help us anticipate his moves.”

Aria nods, a mix of fear and determination in her eyes. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“As for me,” I finish, “I’ll be diving into the digital side of things—financials, communications, anything that leaves a digital footprint. We’re going to unravel this whole operation piece by piece.”

Malachi nods, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. “This… This could work, but it’s going to be dangerous. We all need to be prepared for that.”

“We will be,” Zane growls, his protective instincts flaring. “We’ll prepare for every scenario.”

“And we’ll have each other’s backs,” Dash adds, his voice firm. “No matter what.”

I look around at my pack, feeling a surge of pride and determination. “Together, we’re stronger than Noah could ever imagine. He won’t know what hit him.”

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