Page 1 of Omega Scarred

Prologue

Warisonthehorizon in Solstice Bay.

For years, the Enclave--a rebel group consisting of pirates, smugglers, and other vagrants--has been a thorn in the side of the Alpha Control Bureau. They were never a major threat, always on the fringes, while the ACB had full power over the city.

But now, the ACB's leader is dead; his daughter is with the resistance; and two other omegas central to the ACB's operation are missing.

As tensions rise, the Enclave grows bolder. They launch daring raids on the city's supply lines, targeting the ACB's warehouses and munitions depots. The government responds in kind, cracking down hard on anyone suspected of working with the rebels. Mass arrests and executions become a daily occurrence.

Caught in the middle are the citizens of Solstice Bay. Many have lost loved ones to the violence, and others have seen their homes destroyed in the crossfire. Fear and paranoia grip the city, and it seems like there is no end in sight.

But amidst the chaos, there are a few who refuse to give up hope. The daughter of the former ACB leader, now a member of the resistance, is determined to end the bloodshed and bring peace to the city. She knows that the Enclave's methods may be brutal, but their cause is just, and she's willing to fight alongside them to bring about a better future.

1

Jade

I'vebeenwiththeEnclave for six months, and I thought I would feel safe...but I don't.

My best friend has left to run a smuggling operation on the borders of Solstice Bay, living her happily ever after with her pack. My other best friend is missing--possibly with someone dangerous, but we have no idea where she's gone.

And I'm here on the Raft.

Literally adrift.

In limbo.

We all know that war is coming to Solstice Bay, and I still haven't quite decided what I want to do. For years, I thought I wanted to escape--that I just wanted to get out of this damned city and never, ever look back. I didn't really care about the Enclave, I just wanted them to help me escape.

But now, I realize the good they can do--and how I could help them.

I sit at the bar in the mess hall of the Raft as night falls, the moon hanging over the ocean and shining bright through a porthole in the wall. The voices of the mess are loud and shrill, and my head aches.

This is one thing I miss; when me and Kendra and Olivia were alone in the city, it was always soquiet. For one thing, we had to stay quiet to keep ourselves secret and safe...but we also just enjoyed the quiet. Here, it seems like everyone is as loud as possible, just to remind themselves that they're alive.

A delicious scent sweeps over me, and my stomach twists. I knowexactlywhere that scent is coming from, and I don't want to deal with him tonight. He's not my type, and if I'm being honest with myself, he scares me a little bit.

But Rafe, the pirate king of the Enclave, doesn't seem to care that we aren't compatible.

I hear him pull out the stool next to me, but I don't look up from my glass of sparkling water. I don't drink--I don't like losing control, because as an omega, I don't have enough control as it is--but I like to make it seem like I've already got a drink so no one offers to get me one.

That doesn't stop Rafe.

"Can I get you a drink?"

I ignore the way my instincts scream at me to jump on him and pull out his knotted cock...I remind myself this is just because I'm an omega and he's a powerful alpha.

I try not to think about how my suppressants should be stopping this. That me and Rafe have something special.

"I already have a drink," I murmur, gesturing at my sparkling water and very firmlynotlooking at him.

"Hey, kitten," he says, using the pet name I love to hate and love to hate. "Can I get you another one?"

I sigh and finally look at him, scowling. It's hard to keep my cool, though, when he looksso good.Rafe is tall and buff, covered in tattoos from head to toe, with messy black hair and slightly overgrown stubble. He grins, showing me his white, sharp teeth.

I wonder what they would feel like sinking into my shoulder...my breasts...my thighs?

"No," I say. "No, I don't want another one."

---