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Sam patted Carson. “Sir, we've activated the chip.” an officer pointed out. Carson could not hide his anger, he was not a fan of Sam's methods. He pressed his lips hard together but tried to keep his anger in check. If everything worked out smoothly, he would be out of there before another seven days. “Sir, she is on a move, ” the officer observed the pad watching the beeping beacon move. “Let me guess she is driving?” Sam asked. “With the speed, I will say yes, ” the technical officer set his glass to his eyes again before raising his head to meet the men on their suits.

When Kevin claps him on the shoulder and offers a second helping, Tobias almost flinches. “You’ll get used to it,” Kevin teases. “Here, we eat until we forget we ever fought.” Tobias nods, swallowing hard. “At Jack’s… the omegas waited until everyone else was done. Sometimes there was nothing left.” Silence settles for a heartbeat. Then Cassian speaks, his tone gentle but firm. “Not here. The Goddess gave each of us strength for a reason—different, but equal in worth.” Rowan lifts his glass. “To the ones who build, not just the ones who lead.”

This pack holds so many secrets and lies, it's hard to tell what is real and what isn't. People are the main reason for that proclamation. Take Rosie, for example. She is so obsessed with Alpha Matthew's that even when she found out I was his mate, Me ... the useless, deaf orphan, she still beat the living daylights out of me for it and claimed that I would never be worthy of anyone else again. I think that really set my self-esteem off because I knew I wouldn't be. An omega lives by an agreement amongst other omegas ... never turn on each other. Never allow another to harm one of your own. You are the lowest of the rank; it doesn't get much lower than being an omega, and everyone of a highe

She remarked. Lexie's eyes widened, but on further thought, she saw the reason in the point Belinda had made. It was common knowledge that the Chicago Pack was strong, and strong packs did not lose their alphas without a fight. It was discouraging to think about, though. Every werewolf in the world was against the Knights, but they were somehow managing to stay on top. It made Lexie wonder, how were two powerless omegas supposed to defeat such a formidable enemy. "What if other alpha families joined the protest?" An idea came to Lexie. "Their influence could move the petition up a notch."

Damon laughed as if I was funny. I can't lose here because even though I'm an omega, I'm strong! I will not let myself be defeated in front of Amoux. Being an omega is a big shame for him, so I have to be good at fighting. Who said that a personal doctor can only do treatment? Because I'll make sure I'm different.

"The moment they see our banners, they’ll scatter into the crags, and we’ll be hunting them through the snow for weeks." "Then we don't send banners," I said, a cold, predatory satisfaction returning to my voice as I looked at the short-handled iron crowbars the omegas were carrying. I looked at Moana, the completed bond between our souls pulsing with a sudden, synchronized rhythm of absolute, unyielding intent. "We send the Alpha, the Beta, and the Luna. We take the head of the pack before they can clear the valley floor."

I held her hand reassuringly. “Oh, Lola, I’m here for a job,” I coaxed gently, offering her a soft smile. Traditionally, omegas were considered the lowest rank and were not allowed to shift or receive training on the ground. They were confined to the pack house, performing household chores and cooking for other pack members. However, when I became Luna and joined this pack after marrying Zander, I introduced new laws, giving omegas the opportunity to receive training in self-defense and war. I firmly believed that not being able to shift didn't make them weak, and I had even organized championships and fighting competitions for omegas throughout the year to prove their strength and worth.

Of course he was late. Rayan practically jogged from the bus stop to the salon where Michael always had his hair done. It was in a somewhat quiet part of the city, where small shops occupied the bottom floor of buildings with housing above. The bright pink "Omega Safe" sticker was proudly displayed on the door, right under the "Service Animals Welcome" sticker. It meant that the shop stocked both emergency suppressants for omegas and tranquilizers for alphas, just in case anyone went into rut or heat. It also meant that omegas were safe to remove their collars while partaking of the salon's services. Rayan paused a moment to catch his breath before entering.

Of the implications. Kade said it quietly, like naming something forbidden. “You’re a Prime Omega.” The words landed like a blow. Zade blinked. “Prime Omega? What does that even mean?” Xander shook his head slowly. “It means every Alpha here—every Alpha anywhere—would either want to claim you or kill you.” Zade’s chest tightened painfully. “Claim me? Why?” Kade let out a harsh laugh. “Because Prime Omegas can override Alpha dominance. You can command instincts. Bend power. Break bonds. You’re the only thing in existence an Alpha might kneel to.”

Very controlled. “Because I need someone on the inside to know before Monday.” He leaned forward slightly. “Zara. When this goes to the NCA the birth certificate comes out. It has to. It’s part of the financial picture, Osei has been moving money into accounts connected to Damon’s identity for years. Whether Damon knew or not it will look like—” “It will look like he was part of it.” “Yes.” “Which means without context. Without someone who knows the full picture explaining it—”