Page 85 of Hunted Omega: Part Two

Quinn’s the first to speak, his eyes lighting up with that spark of genius I’ve come to love. The scents of lavender and old books intensifiy with his excitement. “Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit! That’s genius, Aria. We could spin this faster than a DJ at a rave and turn this whole mess into a rallying cry for omega rights.”

Zane nods slowly, his brooding expression shifting to one of grudging admiration. The storm in his scent calms slightly, replaced by something warmer. “It’s risky as hell, but it couldwork. We’d need to be ready for the backlash though. This won’t be an easy fight.”

“It’s dangerous,” Sarah warns, but there’s a glimmer of respect in her eyes. The sour note in her scent fades, replaced by something sharper and more invigorating. “You’d be putting a target on your back. The legal ramifications alone…”

“Legal schmeagle!” Dash interjects, his usual grin returning with a fierce edge. The scents of sunshine and citrus burst through the tension like a ray of hope. “We’re writing a new playbook here, folks. Time to color outside the lines! This is bigger than that. This is about changing the game entirely.”

I nod, fear and determination warring in my gut, making my stomach churn. “I know it’s dangerous, but I’m done hiding. If my story can help change things even a little, then isn’t it worth it?”

Malachi pulls me close, his scent wrapping around me like a shield. I breathe him in, letting the familiar notes of cedarwood and rain calm my racing heart. His calm exterior belies the storm raging within him. Every alpha instinct screams at him to protect me, to shield me from the danger I’m willingly walking into, but he also feels pride. This is the Aria he fell for—brave, determined, and willing to fight for what’s right. He takes a deep breath, pushing down his fears. His role isn’t to hold me back, but to stand beside me, come what may.

“Are you absolutely sure about this, love?” he asks, his voice a low rumble against my ear. “Once we do this, there’s no going back.”

I lean into him, drawing strength from his presence. “I’m sure. It’s time we fought back for all of us.”

The energy in the room shifts, determination replacing fear. The air feels lighter and charged with purpose. We quickly outline a strategy, each pack member contributing their strengths.

Quinn’s brilliant mind starts spinning out scenarios, his fingers flying over his phone screen. “We’ll need to get ahead of the narrative and control how the story breaks. I have some contacts in independent media who might be sympathetic to our cause. It’s time to call in every favor and pull every string we have.”

Zane, still pacing, focuses on security measures. “We’ll need to beef up protection, not just for Aria, but for all of us. Once this goes public, we’ll be targets. I won’t let anyone catch us off guard again.”

“I can reach out to some of my old buddies,” Dash offers, cracking his knuckles. “Get some extra muscle, people we can trust. Might as well put my misspent youth to good use, right?”

Malachi nods. “Good. We’ll need all hands on deck for this. Sarah, start preparing the legal groundwork. We need to be ready to challenge these laws head-on. You’ll need whatever resources you have.”

As we prepare to leave, I glance out the window. The late afternoon sun paints the city in hues of gold and amber. There’s a group of omegas protesting on the street, their voices faint but determined through the thick glass. Colorful signs bob up and down, a visual representation of their passion. My heart swells. This is what we’re fighting for. This is why it matters.

I turn back to my pack, my family. The setting sun casts long shadows across their faces, highlighting the determination in their eyes. “Let’s do this,” I say, my voice steady and firm. “Let’s change the fucking world.”

We file out, a mix of excitement and nerves buzzing between us. As we reach the car, Malachi outlines our next steps.

As we pull up to the pack house, the familiar scent of home washing over me, a thought hits me that’s equal parts thrilling and terrifying. This is bigger than all of us now. We aren’t justfighting for our future anymore. We’re fighting for the future of every omega out there.

The weight of it should crush me, but with my pack beside me, their scents wrapping around me like a protective cocoon, I’ve never felt stronger.

We step out of the car, the gravel crunching under our feet. I catch a whiff of a familiar scent—Cayenne. She’s here, probably alerted by one of the pack. Her fiery red hair comes into view as she bursts out of the front door, her face a mix of worry and determination.

“Aria!” she calls, rushing toward me. The sound of her boots on the gravel echoes in the quiet evening air. “What’s going on? Quinn’s text was cryptic as hell.”

I take a deep breath, steeling myself, and for a moment, doubt creeps in. Am I really ready for this? The consequences, the danger… Then I look at my pack, at Cayenne, and I know this is right.

“We’re going public with my status,” I say, my voice stronger than I feel. “We’re taking the fight to them.”

Cayenne’s eyes widen, then a slow, fierce grin spreads across her face. “Let’s show these assholes what happens when you mess with omegas and their beta besties.”

As we file into the house, our combined scents mingling into something powerful and unique, I can’t help but feel like we’re on the precipice of something monumental.

Cayenne’s arm slips around my waist, her warmth a comforting presence at my side. “So what’s the first move in this revolution of ours?”

Before I can answer, Quinn’s phone chimes. His face pales as he reads the message, his scent spiking with alarm. “Guys, we might have a problem. My contact just spotted Noah on this side of town.”

The name hits me like a punch to the gut, stealing my breath. Noah. Here. The others tense around me, their protective instincts flaring, but beneath the fear, a fierce determination I thought I’d lost long ago stirs.

As the pack erupts into hurried planning, their voices a cacophony of concern and strategy, I find myself oddly calm. This is what we’ve been preparing for, isn’t it? The real test of our strength and unity.

I catch my reflection in the hallway mirror—chin up, eyes blazing with purpose. Gone is the scared omega who once cowered under Noah’s thumb, and in her place is a fighter surrounded by a pack who would move mountains for her.

Noah, the mayor, the whole damn world can try to tear us apart. They have no idea what they are up against.

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