Page 129 of Crash Course Omega
“I can do it,” I whisper to Jacob through the comms. “I think I’m going to do it.”
“You need to slow the fuck down!”
But I catch up with the Cuba Libre, and I stick close as we both soar through the corner.
My hands burn from how hard I grip the wheel.
I cry out as he fires ahead, and I lose my advantage. But I never let that stop me.
I’m going in for the jugular, and my fear rises, twisting in my chest and up to my throat. Because he's right out in front of me, blocking me so I can’t get a single centimeter on him.
I want to get out of that car at the end and show my three alphas that I’m good enough to be up there with them.
I’m not just an actress, I’m their omega, and I want to be their champion as well.
Which means I need to put my foot down and not let this asshole alpha dictate the race any longer.
“Come on.” I urge my car forward, my gaze on his tail. If I get too close, the dirty air from his car will pollute and mess up mine, but I want to stay fixed on my goal. Which is the gorgeous man in the Grace team jacket that’s waiting for me.
I just need to push hard, focus on the straight, get to him when I can.
The last three ninety-degree turns are seconds away, and the tension is crushing my heart.
I gasp as he brakes late, locking up, swerving too wide to the left. His car screeches, his engine protesting, and he manages to save himself. But not in enough time.
Because I’m already there.
I scream as I hit the pedal and surge past his burnt caramel car as he struggles to get into the right turn, and I’m already speeding past him to surge through the other corners.
Jacob is shouting in the distance, like he’s taken off the headset to cheer already.
“You can do it, girl,” I urge my car on.
One left turn and my heart explodes as our front wheels nearly touch. A hard right and I think I’m going to throw up at how close it is.
This is my moment, it's my time, and we’re going to win this thing.
I force my eyes to stay open for that very last corner.
I’m so close. Not even five seconds and I can get there.
I can’t believe it. My speed dropped on the corners, but the nose of my car is in front as we swing through that left corner, seconds from the finish line.
My throat hurts from screaming as my pedal stays down and my engine fires up. And I’m not moving my foot for anybody.
The checkered flag flies past me as I soar over the finish line. Shock pounds through me and I throw a fist up in the air to celebrate with the crowd that moves like a soft ocean.
The Cuba Libre is almost beside me, but all that matters is I've won.
And now all I can think about is getting back to my alphas.
Harmony
The first thing I do when I park up on the grid is jump straight out of the car and look for my mate. I don’t care about my perfume or the scent of my slick or the looks.
Even if he hates crowds, I’m sure he’ll come for me. I need him to, because I want to show off that I have three bites and they're the most precious things in the world to me.
I’ve already alluded to what I plan to do, and Jaxx and Maddock and I sort of outed ourselves at the final Grand Prix. But I want Everest here for the official announcement.
