Page 81 of Unhinged Omega

They ignore me, of course. I'm just another alpha to them, not their precious leader. The one who's failed spectacularly at keeping my moonlight safe.

And if I'm being honest, I've always been better at controlling other alphas with money and sex than with the raw commanding force that comes naturally to most. Just one of many reasons I'm sure my goddess is going to reject me once I get her out of this hellhole.

But it doesn't matter. All that matters is getting her away from Nikolai and the half-metal Superman who's presently tearing apart Geo's fucking tank like it's made of cardboard.

At least that's buying us some time. I just hope it's enough.

The base of the tower looms before me, scarred and battered from the chaos. Jagged holes gape in the concrete, spilling twisted rebar and shattered glass onto the tarmac. I dodge the debris, my eyes locked on the nearest entrance.

Just a few more steps.

Almost there.

The door flies open.

Time stops.

She stands there, silhouetted in the doorway, and I swear my heart forgets how to beat. Silver hair cascades down her back like a waterfall of moonlight, framing a face that puts the finest Surhiiran sculptures to shame. Violet eyes, wide with a mix of fear and confusion, lock onto mine.

My breath catches in my throat.

Gods above and below.

If I thought she was stunning before, that fleeting glimpse in the club... it was nothing compared to this. My memory, vivid as it is, couldn't do her justice. She's more than beautiful. She's ethereal. Otherworldly.

Divine.

"My goddess," I whisper, the words slipping out unbidden.

Confusion flickers across her face, quickly replaced by wariness as I reach for her. I see her muscles tense, those delicate hands curling into claws. She's about to lash out, to defend herself from yet another alpha trying to claim her.

I want to tell her I'm different. That I would never hurt her. That I'm here to save her. To worship her. To give her the world if she'll let me.

But before I can utter a word, a freight train slams into me from the side.

The world spins as I'm sent flying, tumbling across the unforgiving tarmac. Gravel bites into my skin, tearing at my clothes. When I finally skid to a stop, I find myself pinned beneath a mountain of muscle and righteous fury.

Geo.

"Fuck!" I snarl, thrashing against his iron grip. He's got my wrists pinned above my head, his bulk pressing me into the ground. Any other time, this position might be the start of a delightful encounter, but right now, all I can think about is the silver-haired goddess slipping away.

I crane my neck, trying to see around Geo's broad shoulders. There—a flash of moonlight. She's running, fleeing the chaos. Straight for the forest at the edge of the compound.

Most of the trees have been burned out by the war, and probably a fair share of chaos from Nikolai's band of idiots, too, but there's still plenty for her to disappear into.

Plenty for her to get lost in.

"Let me up!" I demand, bucking against Geo's weight as panic sets in anew. "She's getting away! Thatthingis going to get her!"

Geo doesn't budge. If anything, he presses down harder. "Good," he growls. "She'll keep it distracted while we escape."

Is he fucking serious?

Usually, I'm the one pestering him incessantly. I don't know why he had to choosenowto give me a taste of my own medicine.

"She's an omega!" I hiss.

Geo's expression doesn't change. "Am I supposed to give a shit?"

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