Page 56 of Omega's Reign

“Liar,” I repeat. “You wanted to take my territory.”

“Don’t be foolish. You’re not in your right mind. Why don’t you just go back to the apartment until you’re feeling better? It’ll give us a chance to discuss what happens next. Because I demand that Holly steps down.” Spencer taps his phone again. “It is for the best. If you want your pack—”

The door to the meeting room flings open, and I puff a breath of relief at the sight of Beckett, Wesley, Isaiah, and Jordan. They’ve made it. I’m so happy they’re here.

“If I want my pack to what?” I ask, gathering my strength from the men who love me. The men who look like they are about to destroy Spencer on my behalf.

“You escaped,” Spencer growls, stiffening. He glances around the room, freezing in place as everybody turns from my pack to Spencer.

“Of course they escaped. You aren’t strong enough to control us. You can’t use my loves against me to put me in my supposed place. I’m the leader of Platinum Shores. I’m stronger than you, Spencer. I’m just as powerful as any alpha. Even more so. Because my pack makes me stronger. We work together to build a foundation. We are here for our people. We build trust. We don’t take it. This is why I demand you step down. You are not worthy of ruling.” My voice grows stronger and I take a step forward. I want Spencer to look me in the eyes and know that he has failed.

“She’s telling the truth,” a familiar voice says, stepping in behind the Silversteins. “My uncle and Spencer arranged everything. The Righteous Waters Pack wanted to take the Platinum Shores territory. They wanted revenge for making bad decisions and allying with the former king of Gilded Sands.”

“Spencer, what do you have to say for yourself?” Cynthia crosses her arms over her chest, her face a mask of anger.

If looks could kill, Spencer would be dead. I wish he was already.

“I told you. I was coerced. You know me. I have been a part of the Pack Regimes for decades.” Spencer bares his teeth, continuing to look around.

“Just tell the fucking truth!” I yell, my voice shrieking. All of my pent-up anguish explodes from me, and I charge forward and grab onto his shirt. “Tell them what kind of monster you are!”

Spencer shoves me, but he doesn’t let me go. He grabs me by my neck, squeezing tightly. Andrew and Beckett grab a hold of him, trying to yank him back, but he doesn’t let go. He would rather die trying to kill me than let me live.

I open and close my mouth, grabbing his arms, watching as Jordan pulls out a gun. He’s breaking a rule that could get us removed from power, but I don’t care.

I don’t want to die.

My hand slips and I touch my hair, feeling the bedazzled hilt of the small blade. I forgot I was wearing it, tucked away in my thick strands.

Yanking it free, I swing my hand and stab Spencer as hard as I can into his ear, making him shriek. It’s enough for him to let me go.

I gasp for breath, my lungs burning.

Agony tries to steal my consciousness, but I don’t let it. I have to hold on. I have to prove I’m strong.

“This is treason! It is my right to demand a death sentence,” I say, my throat hurting.

No one responds.

Jordan pulls the trigger, putting Spencer out of his misery.

Silence surrounds us.

The Pack Regimes stand in their place, and my brothers rush to me, joining my pack to check me over.

I keep myself together, holding back my burning tears. I need to address the situation now. I can’t just let my alphas whisk me away. I can’t allow my brothers to speak on my behalf.

My leg shakes, and I clutch onto Beckett’s arm with Andrew by my side and Jordan, Isaiah, and Wesley standing around me, my protective pack stronger than ever. Because we know how to survive. We know how to fight. We know how to protect what is ours.

“This is my formal demand that we reassess everyone in this room. While we have made some progress, Spencer has proven that it’s not good enough. Spencer’s territory is mine as restitution, and I would like to have another pack of my choosing to run it. I’d also like to demand that we have more positions available for omegas and betas. Because clearly, having just me isn’t enough. If you disagree, consider this war.”

Am I crazy? Maybe. Or maybe I’m just tired. I have proven myself worthy of my position, and it is time that I get a say.

“Gilded Sands agrees,” Wilder says, speaking up. “Alphas are nothing without omegas. We’re nothing without betas either.”

“As an ally, I agree as well,” says Armand. “If war is necessary, then I will stand beside Platinum Shores.”

Hope rises inside me. This is really happening. I’m making true change, and not just within Platinum Shores. I am changing all of Saint Vista.

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