Page 7 of Omega Alliance

I cannot.

If Dani can't find a way to save me tonight, then I will just have to discover one myself. At a certain point, death would be better than continuing to play the part of this puppet, the whole world my stage.

The third alpha comes forward. He wants me to bend over and hold my ass up to the glass as he jerks himself off. This position at least makes it easier to hide the look of disgust on my face as I thrust against the glass over and over again and wait for him to finish.

Pack James may be incorrigible, but at least its members climax quickly.

When the fourth alpha approaches the barrier that unites just as much as it divides, he wastes no time in commanding me to strip.

“But I’m already naked,” I argue with a flirty pout that always goes over well with the alphas in these meetings.

He simply nods toward the bed where my dress lays discarded, forgotten apparently by all but him.

I smile and traipse backward toward my target, keeping my steady gaze on him the whole time, then pick up the garment and pull it over my head.

He nods his approval, and I move into a seductive dance as I pry the newly donned dress from my skin. Once the dress is off and I’m holding it in my hands, a faint cracking sound catches my attention.

I sway my hips and keep my expression staid as I listen, wait.

And then Dani’s voice instructs, "Get ready to run.”

This is one command I am happy to obey.

LEVI

It's so hard watching her like this—exposed, vulnerable, literally on her knees. I see the fearful glint in her eye as I near the wall that separates us. She expects me to be like the others, to use her as an instrument for my pleasure.

The truth is I do want to hold her in my arms, to smooth her hair from her face and tell her everything will be all right. To earn her trust, her love, and then—only then—to claim her body with my own.

I hate that I'm hard while watching this display. My heart knows better, but my cock only ever wants one thing; his conscience is definitely lacking.

I adjust myself in my pants and say my first words to her ever. “Strip for me,” I growl harshly, even though I’d much rather be kind. But there’s no time for nice. I need her to believe my cover, to obey my command unflinchingly.

She slinks back toward the ostentatiously seductive bed, grabbing a scrap of light blue fabric that I recognize instantly as she slides it over her body in an enticing dance.

And damn if my cock doesn't try to join her, twitching and jolting in my pants, begging to be freed. But, no, I’m here to free something else, something far more important…

I’m the inside man for this operation. A backup in case anything goes wrong. And right now I’m also providing the visuals to Dani and Jax as they orchestrate Sin's escape from the outside.

For years, Dani studied the halls of this grand prison, transferring it from her memory onto a hand-drawn schematic. We couldn't believe our luck winning the afternoon-dress lottery on the same day that we were able to buy my admission intoa private session. The OA had been advertising for weeks now, letting all their viewers know that Sin would be tripling her weekly playtimes and holding a huge lottery to fill up the next month's roster.

I wonder how much they told her, if she knew any of this was coming.

Pack James, for their part, bragged to anyone who would listen, letting everyone know they had landed the coveted spot.

And as such they were easy to locate, easy to bribe. Technically, it's illegal to bring non-pack members along to visit Sin, but, yes, the OA is arrogant enough to assume that nobody would willingly break their lengthy list of rules that govern the "Immersive Sin Experience,”—aka the one time you can access her without cameras, completely private, a viewing experience meant for the winning pack’s eyes alone.

Of course, once Pack James saw the money we were offering them for my inclusion, they happily agreed to leave one man back and let me take his place. They never even thought to ask who I was or why I was so determined to join them. The cosmetic disguise Dani painted over my face protected my identity on that first meeting with Pack James, and tonight a second version made an impressive match for the pack member I'd be imitating while he hung back.

None of them know what's coming next, but even if they did, they wouldn't be able to stop me now. They've broken the law by sneaking me inside, and that comes with repercussions. Not to mention the hit they're about to take to their pride.

All of that ensures I can trust them to remain silent. I must trust them. This was the only way to get to her, the only way to bring her home.

They may be sharks, but they're sharks who feed on money, and I've promised them a handsome stipend so long as they justkeep bullshitting, keep protecting Sin through their continued lies of omission.

"Do it now." Dani's voice crackles from the nearly invisible tech woven into my collar, the genius solution created by my packmate Jax. He's the brains, while I am most definitely the brawn. That's why they sent me in, knowing what comes next in our plan.

Sure enough, the three avaricious alphas of Pack James have lost some of their vigor now that they've each had a chance to shoot a load, and I'm banking on that fatigue as I turn on my heel and grab for them, knocking two of their heads together with all my might and then slamming my fist into the third one's face.

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