Page 147 of Unhinged Omega

Almost.

For a long moment, no one moves. I hold my breath, hoping I haven't miscalculated. Hoping that Nikolai's hatred for Geo doesn't outweigh the same obsession for Cosima I feel, if we really did somehow both end up matched with the same omega.

Finally, slowly, the pressure against my back eases.

The gun clatters to the floor.

Geo's men move forward immediately to retrieve the weapon. When they reach for Nikolai's wrists with cuffs, though, I step between them.

"No," I say firmly. "No restraints."

The guards look between me and Geo. He works his jaw in frustration, but he shrugs it off and turns back the way he came."She's this way," he grumbles. "Unless her pet monster's chewed through my men in the time I've been gone."

I stumble slightly. "Pet… monster?"

"She's with the Knight?" Nikolai demands, his voice sharp with disbelief. "That thing didn't eat her?"

Geo barks out a harsh laugh. "Eather? She's got the damn beast on a leash. Does whatever she says."

I exchange a bewildered look with Nikolai, momentarily forgetting our mutual animosity. The memory of that massive, terrifying alpha tearing through Nikolai's men flashes through my mind.

And my moonlight goddess has him with her?

This is going to be interesting.

Or deadly.

Probably both, like everything else.

Chapter

Thirty-Eight

COSIMA

Ipace restlessly in Geo's office, trying to ignore the way my feet still ache in these new boots. The Knight looms in the corner like a particularly murderous shadow, his new mask catching the dim light. The silver looks almost alive in the flickering fluorescent glow.

He looks good. Really good.

Which… sounds fucking insane. But he does. I've always had a thing for longer hair, though, and the way his bone-white hair frames that silver mask—and his burning blue eyes, which are tracking my every movement—is making it impossible to regret letting him get me through my heat.

I probablyshould,but I don't.

Guess I'm crazy.

When the door opens, I tense immediately, and the Knight growls in response, stepping forward to get between me and whoever's there. But it's just one of Geo's guards, a nervous-looking beta whose face goes pale when his eyes lock on the Knight.

"G-Geo requests your presence in his private quarters," the guard stammers, clearly trying very hard not to piss himself as the Knight's rumbling growl fills the room.

I place a calming hand on the Knight's arm. "It's fine," I tell him softly. Though honestly, I'm not sure it is. But what choice do we have? We're deep in Geo's territory now, surrounded by his men.

The guard leads us through a maze of tunnels that gradually become less industrial and more... lived in. The concrete walls give way to actual paneling in places, and I spot proper furniture instead of milk crates and stolen office chairs.

This isn't just some underground black market, I realize. This is an empire.

We pass more guards. Some are lounging in what appears to be a break room, others are patrolling and giving us wary glances. They're a scruffy bunch, but there's no mistaking the military training in their movements. Or the quality of their weapons.

The guard stops before an ornate wooden door that looks like it was salvaged from some pre-war mansion. "Through here," he says, gesturing for us to enter.

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