Page 167 of Unhinged Omega

On Raven's behalf, I can only imagine.

But before he can respond, there's a knock at the door. He keeps his gun trained on me as he calls out, "Enter."

A nervous-looking beta courier steps in, holding a small package. "Rush delivery for Mr... Raven," he stammers. He's not pissing himself, though, so I imagine this is far from an unusual situation he's walked in on.

Geo sighs heavily, finally lowering his weapon to sign for the package. He examines the suppressants with a scowl before turning back to me. "Now, where were we?"

But the words die in his throat as footsteps approach from the hallway. I turn and my heart stops.

Cosima stands in the doorway wearing what must be one of Raven's robes. Once she steps into the room, I catch his scent lingering on her.

That fucker did that on purpose.

The silk clings to her curves, still damp from her shower. Her silver hair falls in wet waves around her shoulders, and without the dirt and blood, she looks even more ethereal than before.

Like moonlight given form.

Her violet eyes drift to the gun still in Geo's hand, but she doesn't look afraid. To be fair, I hate his guts and even I'm pretty sure he'd never draw on an omega.

Especially not one his "boy" is so obsessed with.

And of course, that makes them both thorns in my side all the more.

Chapter

Forty-Two

GEO

The world's gone to shit, but some things never change.

Like the way an omega can drive even the most hardened alpha to distraction.

I catch myself staring as Cosima glides into the room, all ethereal grace wrapped in borrowed silk. Her silver hair falls in damp waves, framing features that wouldn't look out of place on an old-world goddess.

For a moment, I forget to breathe.

It's not often something catches me off guard these days. When you've seen as much blood and brutality as I have, you develop a certain... numbness. A protective shell of cynicism and disinterest.

But right now, watching this slip of a woman command the attention of every alpha in the room without even trying, I feel that shell crack just a little.

I shake my head, trying to clear it.

This is ridiculous.

I'mGeo, for fuck's sake.

I've stared down warlords and drug kingpins without blinking. I sure as hell shouldn't be getting flustered over some omega, no matter how pretty.

But there's something about her. Something beyond just looks. A presence, a gravity that pulls at me despite my best efforts to resist.

Is this what Raven's always going on about? I try to catch that "moonlight scent" he waxes poetic about all the damn time, but all I get is the faintest hint of... something like lavender, maybe?

It's frustrating, like trying to grasp smoke.

My sense of smell is fucked. Half because of the white-haired smug jackass I'm still itching to shoot, half because I finished the job myself. I've never regretted that, but right now… it'd be nice to actually smell what has Raven and Nikolai ready to tear each other apart like old times.

I realize I'm still holding the gun, pointed vaguely in Nikolai's direction. Cosima's gaze flicks to it, but there's no fear in her eyes. Just a cool assessment.

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