Page 94 of Rebel Fates

The telepathy. We always dreamed of having that. But it only comes with having an omega mate to link us together as a fully realized pack.

“No.” I can hear Rok’s frown in his voice. “But our circle isn’t established yet.”

“Me,” I mumble. “She needs to accept me.”

All three of us claimed each other years ago. Now we need Gemma to complete us. I’m afraid what will happen to our souls if she doesn’t survive.

I sensed Crax was damaged from the loss of his past potential mate.

Will we go mad? Will we be able to move on?

I shake my head to rid myself of the negative path my mind has traveled.

“Gemma?” I call her again.

Rok and Serrat shift uncomfortably next to me.

I glance up at them. “Do you think she will recover?” I direct the question mostly to Rok, since he’s more familiar with medical issues.

“I don’t know,” he says.

I feel his deep concern for her in our bond. He’s about to lose his mind.

A voice comes through into the room. Crax. “Gemma’s readings are not good. I should check on her myself.”

We all growl our warning. We’re affected by the mating craze. Although Serrat and Rok are more stable than me, they are still likely to rip Crax’s head off if he tries to enter the room. Even though we know he may be able to save her, our animals want to protect Gemma fromanyoutside threat.

“I know you don’t want me in there. But do you want her to die?” Crax asks over the intercom.

Of course we don’t, but I don’t see how we are going to allow him near her. Wecan’tallow it.

“No!” Serrat bellows.

“No, I can’t enter or no—you don’t want her to die?”

“Both,” Serrat growls through clenched teeth.

“I didn’t want to do this… but you leave me no choice,” Crax says.

Suddenly, my body arches from a sharp pain in my head. I grab my skull and feel the world fade away.

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ADDITIONS

CRAX

The three males are knocked out, but I check on them as I enter anyway to confirm it. I will be vulnerable to their attack if they wake while I’m in here with Gemma.

She looks so peaceful, but I know better. She is in an unstable time in her transition to becoming an omega. I feared she wouldn’t make it this far, but she has.

Rolling the three males away from her, I move closer to study her symptoms. To hopefully confirm she will be alright.

Her breathing is slight. Her skin paling by the moment. I don’t think she will survive. I fear I know exactly what the problem is. It was my worry all along since I bought her.

But I must see if this is what’s wrong. It’s a stupid risk. One, for what might happen to me—now and then later, when the males realize what I’ve done.

I detach my hood that conceals my identity and scent. She will need to smell me for this to work. I only hope that the males aren’t also roused by my presence.

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