Page 110 of Generation Omega: Revealed

“Kazimir said you were giddy about being on this boat.”

“Yacht,” I correct smugly, “and yes, I am. I love the idea of sailing toward the horizon and never looking back. I know we can’t, but this isn’t the worst place for you to meet your alphas, is it? That’s what I keep thinking, that it wouldn’t have been right for strangers to just show up at your actual nest.”

Tillie considers, her gaze distant. “You’re right. I didn’t even think about that. Our nest is the place where we need to be completely together, and we’re not there yet.” Her hand moves and presses into her chest, as though she can steady her heart. “I’d lose it if all that alpha ugliness were happening anywhere near our nest.” She gives me a soft smile. “Besides, this has promise—it already has the two most important ingredients for any nest of mine.”

“Only two?” I tease, back to studyingMount Fluffy Bedding.

“Two—you and me. None of this works without us.” Tillie attempts to hide it, but I catch the moment she winces.

“Is it too bright in here?”

Embarrassment answers before she does. “Everything’s too bright and too loud.”

I use the panel controls to lower the light coming from two thin strips in the walls.

“Thanks.” A tremor in her hand draws my attention next.

“What is it? Just tell me.”

Her expression morphs comically, like she’s trying out a new face. Then, she pouts. “I’m feeling fluttery inside and I… need tonest.”

I wait a few seconds, expecting her to say something that warrants her irritation and epic pout. When she doesn’t, I shrug. “That makes sense, doesn’t it?”

Tillie huffs. “How do you do that?”

“What?”

She waves her hands around at the nest, the cabin, us, the alphas, possibly the known universe. “Act like this isn’t the biggest freak show in the history of the world. I can’t handle light or noise. I’m desperate to make a fluffy nest. And I’m going to get freaky with men I haven’t met yet, and you’reall… open and accepting, making this feelnormal. How do you do that?”

I instantly recognize what’s behind her frazzling state of mind and know exactly what to do. “I’ll tell youafterwe create the perfectyacht nest. Is it okay if I help?”

Tillie nods, clearly relieved. “I’d love that.” She points at the mattress. “You removed the base, didn’t you?”

“Kaz and I hacked it to pieces to get it out.”

“How did you know to do that?”

“It just made sense. Come on, let’s do this.”

CHAPTER49

ETHAN

Tillie’s hands quiver and her forehead knots as she assesses the pile of bedding that will become her nest. Then she begins to move as though each item has only one possible placement—even an inch off the mark and the offending pillow or blanket receives a potentmob-bossglare. That’s the perfect description of her nest-building vibe. She’s a crime lord and all these decorative pillows, in a wondrous variety of shapes and sizes, better respect her authority or they will be swimming with the fishes.

I watch her closely, anticipating her needs, taking care not to interfere with something that feels preordained. Witnessing this takes me back to when I first learned about omega nests. I thought the entire concept was ridiculous. We’re humans, not birds—why would anyone need a nest?

Only two days into this omegaverse adventure, and I understand exactly why omegas need nests. It’s not just shelter from the outside world—it’s ordered comfort for the omega’s soul. For omegas, everything is heightened, but nothing actually became brighter, louder, or more chaotic. It’s the omega who changed, not the world.

Pre-omega Tillie loved blaring music, busy city streets, and never would have left her alphas to sort things out on their own. She would have been in their faces, providing detailed instructions on how they should improve themselves for the good of the pack. But she’s an omega now, and the world is screaming all around her.

Every pillow and blanket that finds its perfect spot… these are the tools she’s using to build the foundation of her pack. That’s what a nest is—it’s where a pack begins, and with a shiver of unease, I realize that it’s also where a pack can end.

I didn’t understand it before—how crucial this nest is and how hazardous her first heat will be. Five alphas, one omega, and possibly a beta will share this nest, but whether a pack is created or destroyed… no one knows.

Perilous—that’s what this heat will be.The legacy is speaking again, right into my mind.

I open another bag of pillows when Tillie begins searching for what comes next. She’s so adorably fussy as she roots through everything, daring a pillow to annoy her.

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