Page 2 of Omega on Fire

One month later

Good evening, I’m Rachel Ford, and this is Bayou City News. We begin tonight with news of the alarming rise in Omega abductions sweeping the nation. Safe cities—once thought to be sanctuaries— are now at the heart of these terrifying disappearances.

The most high-profile case right now is that of Charlotte Matthews, a beloved Omega Rights Activist and spokesperson for the Have Faith Foundation. Matthews was abducted just a few blocks from her home in Houston exactly one month ago. Her disappearance has sent shockwaves through the Omegacommunity, raising serious concerns about the safety of these so-called Omega-protected zones.

Matthews, widely recognized for her outspoken advocacy and relentless fight for Omega autonomy, has been both a symbol of hope and a target of opposition. Her growing prominence made her a celebrity among those pushing for progress—and an enemy to those who seek to maintain the status quo.

Her parents, devastated by the lack of progress in the case, have made public pleas for information, even offering a substantial reward for any leads on their daughter’s whereabouts. Meanwhile, her best friend, world-renowned supermodel, Brookes Daniels, has taken to social media in a desperate bid for answers. Using his extensive platform, Daniels has vowed to leave no stone unturned, rallying supporters worldwide in the search for Charlotte.

But with each passing day, hope dwindles. Authorities warn that many cases like this end with the victim vanishing without a trace, lost to the underground world of Omega trafficking. The question remains, will Charlotte Matthews become just another statistic, or will she be found?

We’ll continue to follow this story as it unfolds. For now, this is Rachel Ford reporting for Bayou City News. Stay safe out there.

The news broadcast hums in the background—something about Omega abductions—but the words dissolve into white noise. The only thing holding my focus is the masterful mouth working between my thighs, the weight of Josiah's hands on my skin like iron brands. With my head thrown back, I force down the primal groan threatening to spill from my lips as warm, wet heat engulfs the crown of my dick. Each flick of his tongue sends electricity crackling through my veins. Gripping the arms of my desk chair until my knuckles whiten, I widen my legs with a ragged exhale, giving my Beta more room to work his particular brand of magic. It's an unspoken rule between us: what Josiah wants, Josiah gets.

"Fuck, Joker," I grit out through clenched teeth, hips stuttering upward of their own accord.

He hums around me in smug satisfaction, the vibration rippling along my shaft. Smug bastard knows exactly what he's doing to me.

Tingles race up my spine like wildfire as he takes me deeper, hollowing his cheeks with practiced precision. His throat constricts like a vice around my length, making my eyes roll back as I teeter on the razor's edge of release. Sweat beads at my temples, my chest heaving with each labored breath.

"That's it, baby. You want my cum?" I ask, voicedropping to that gravelly octave that makes him shiver. Though the point is moot—I’m coming whether he's ready or not. My thighs tense, my body coils tight as a spring.

Josiah nods eagerly, his fingers digging crescents into my thighs. He cups my balls in his palm and tugs gently, rolling them with expert precision?—

The sharp vibration of my phone rattles across the desk, the harsh buzz cutting through the haze of pleasure. The work phone. The one that never rings unless something's gone catastrophically wrong. Fuck.

Josiah looks up, his dark eyes gleaming with the silent question that speaks volumes between us. I stroke his cheek, feeling the slight stubble against my palm as I drag my thumb along the strong line of his jaw. The sudden interruption of work has left me suspended in frustration, but there's something delicious about this momentary pause.

"Good boy," I murmur, my voice dropping to that intimate register meant only for him. "You're going to finish what you started the second I end this call." I reach out and run my hand over his head to pull him closer, making him gag. I feel the quickening of his breath against my skin from the action. "And since I have to wait, I think I'll take it out on your ass later."

He only rolls his eyes, that typical Josiah defiancenever fails to stir my inner Dom—and in deliberate retaliation, he sucks me so hard my vision blurs at the edges. I barely manage to stifle the groan building in my chest, my fingers tightening reflexively around the back of his neck as pleasure crashes through me in a white-hot wave. The phone continues its insistent buzzing, demanding attention I can barely focus enough to give.

Grabbing the phone, I glance at the caller ID and pause.Dez Savoy.I haven’t heard from him in over a year. If he’s calling, it’s serious—he doesn’t need help handling the usual bad shit.

"Dez, long time. I take it this isn’t a social call."

"Teagan. I’m surprised I caught you. Thought you and the team were in the field. But yeah, this isn't social." His voice is as flat and steady as ever.

Dez Savoy—our old boss, the reason we started H.E.L.S. Security. The last time he called was when his now-wife, Freeya, was abducted. We were deep in a mission and couldn’t help, something I still regret.

"We just got back yesterday. Joker and I were finishing paperwork." I shoot Josiah a smirk. He gives me a pointed look even with his mouth full.

Josiah isn’t the only one who notices the shift in my demeanor. Beaux and Moses walk in, exchanginglooks as they take in the scene. Smirks curl their lips, but they keep their mouths shut.

"What can I do for you, boss man?" I say, attempting to lighten the tension.

Dez exhales heavily. "I need your help. Normally, we’d handle this, but with the uptick in Omega disappearances, Omari’s on edge. Freeya’s pregnant again, and the pack is losing it."

I nod, even though he can’t see me. Omari has every right to be rattled. Years ago, we found him locked in a shipping container with other Omegas.This is personal.

"Congrats on the baby. But you know we’ve got your back. What’s the mission?" I switch gears, setting the phone on speaker so Josiah can hear.

Dez doesn’t hesitate. "Charlotte Matthews."

The name rings a bell, but I can’t immediately place it.

"She’s been all over the news. Omega Rights Activist, abducted in an Omega-safe city," Beaux says, rubbing the back of his neck. "It’s been a month. She’s probably gone."

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