Page 33 of Dragon's Revenge

Fallon bit his lip to keep from laughing. Those two were a riot. Amid the severity of what they were about to do, this provided a welcome comic relief.

“Our bed,” Gregor conceded through gritted teeth.

“No need to tie me down, Commander. Not my particular kink. Besides, I was about to suggest I stay with the dragon omegas. As an influencer, I’ll be able to help them stay calm.”

Oh, the king was a light-blue dragon? Fallon filed that information away. They didn’t have many of those in the clan, other than Nadiv.

“Perfect,” Adar said, smartly choosing to ignore the underlying battle of wills between Fergal and Gregor. “Now, how do we go about it? Because I don’t think a frontal, all-out attack is the way to go.”

“We gotta use their weaknesses against them,” Palani said slowly, scratching his chin.

“Omegas.” Fallon could barely keep himself from jumping up. “Omegas are their weakness. They don’t see us as a worthy opponent or even as a force to be reckoned with.”

“Not even after what you did to them?” Adar asked.

“No. It’s too deeply ingrained. They may mistrust me now that they’ve seen firsthand what I’m capable of, but not other omegas. They’ll always focus on the alphas.”

“I agree,” Gregor said. “I’m not sure if you’re all aware, but I grew up in the Murphy clan.”

“He left as soon as he was old enough to see that what they were doing was deeply wrong,” Fergal said immediately, coming to the defense of his commander.

Gregor shot the king a look, his previous anger making space for something much softer. “Yes, I did. But it means I know how these alphas think, and Fallon is right. They’re so conditioned to expect nothing from omegas that even after what they’ve seen from Fallon, they’ll have a hard time taking them seriously. It’s literally a battle against hundreds of years of bias and prejudice.”

“So we make sure they have plenty of alphas to draw their attention while the omegas do the real work and free the prisoners.” Palani looked at Fallon. “But we’d have to put you with the alphas.”

Fallon immediately understood what Palani was getting at. The alphas would distract while the omegas would sneak in and free the others. And how he loved Palani for calling them what they were: prisoners. “Yeah, because they won’t trust me anymore. As long as they have eyes on me and the most powerful alphas, they won’t suspect anything is up.”

“How about we try to buy them?” Jermon suggested. “It’s what they did, isn’t it? When Hubert offered a crapload of money for Finlay. Money is a language they understand, and us offering to buy the omegas from them wouldn’t make them suspicious.”

He was right. Money was a strategy the Murphys would understand and wouldn’t question. “That’s a brilliant idea.”

“What about me?” Erwan asked. “They’ll be looking for me for sure.”

They would be. If they didn’t see him, they’d be suspicious. “True, so you’ll have to be in the lead group.”

Erwan chuckled. “You’re not getting off that easily, Fallon. Just because I’m there doesn’t mean I’ll be in charge.”

“But you’re the king…and the White Dragon. They’ll be expecting you to lead.”

“All the more reason why he shouldn’t,” Palani said. “I agree that you should be with the alphas, Erwan. They’ll expect to see you there. But let Fallon still be in charge. That’ll throw them off, I hope.”

And so a plan was formed. They spent an hour going over all the details until everyone was satisfied this was their best chance.

“We meet at five,” Adar said. “Don’t be late.”

Everyone dispersed, some hurrying out to prepare themselves. As Fallon walked out, Lidon called him out. “Fallon, a moment, please.”

Fallon’s heart skipped a beat. Had he done something wrong? He forced himself to walk over to Lidon, who was still standing there with Palani, Erwan, and Jermon. “Yes, alpha?”

Lidon’s face grew soft as he looked down on Fallon. “You did nothing wrong, little omega, I promise.”

How had the man known? “Thank you, alpha.”

Then why had Lidon asked him to stay?

“I wanted to give you all permission to tap into my powers if needed.” Lidon met their eyes one by one, first Fallon and then the two Doyle brothers. “Whether it’s for offense or defense, if you need me, do it. Drain me.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Palani protested, but Lidon put a hand on his mate’s shoulder. “If they take too much, they could k?—”

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