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“I’m sure whoever your superiors are, they’ll understand.” Eric stood, rolling his shoulders. “I’m really not supposed to be in here. I’m just an omega, it's my job to follow orders. Alpha Dallas would—” He seemed to think better of finishing that sentence. Think, Carter, think. You can’t let him leave or you’ll never get those keys. “Eric.” Carter jumped at the opportunity to distract Eric with a question. “What’s an omega?” Eric stopped, watching Carter with confusion. “Oh,” he said. “Right. I forgot you were human.”

In three years, I had successfully isolated the gene responsible for uncontrolled shifting in Omegas and developed a sequence to enhance the power of the wolf spirit. The media called me "The Hope of the Omegas." But I preferred Dr. Blackwood. "Thank you all," I said, smiling at the crowd. "This research is not just for Omegas. It has the potential to benefit all werewolves." After the conference, I walked out of the hall. The sun was setting, and the streets of Valeriana were bustling. "Cora." A familiar voice made me stop. I turned and saw Draven and Liam. They looked like they had been waiting for a long time.

Above him stood three dark shapes in the moonlight. Wolves. But not from his old pack. Their scent was strange. “Please,” Aeris croaked. “I don’t know you. I didn’t do anything.” “We know who you are,” the tallest one said. A woman with a silver braid knelt beside him. “The scentless one. The omega who shouldn’t exist.” “Then you know I’m not worth killing.” “That’s where you’re wrong,” she said, drawing a knife that gleamed in the moonlight. “Your death is worth everything.”

“I keep my ear to the ground. It pays to know what’s going on in other packs. You never know what useful information may turn up. “Including the fact that a miraculous healer has suddenly emerged, almost out of nowhere.” Once again I felt his eyes zero in on me, and I kept my face as blank as possible. I still didn’t know what this man wanted, and I was determined not to give him any information about who I really was, where I’d been before I came to the clinic - or who I’d been with. After a moment I responded carefully. “It’s true, my powers did manifest quite unexpectedly. And because I am an Omega there has been some…difficulty in getting some people to trust that I am a capable healer.”

“That’s not what I meant at all, my lady. Nothing about you seems ordinary. No, I think of this pack as being slightly provincial. But you…there’s more to you.” He touched my hand lightly and shuddered at the blisters from the day before. Oh, God, he’s disgusted. I’ve shamed the pack already, and I’m sure he’ll tell Declan. The man’s face turned serious. “J, please retrieve the omni-ointment.” He winced at the sight of my sores. “Oh, no, that’s all right, sir,” I argued. “I’m in a hurry. I have to go…” The force in his voice stopped me. “Take it,” he said, gentle yet firm. “I insist.”

“This belongs to my mom. I'll go out back and call her. She might be doing something or even sleeping.” “I'll wait for you here.” I took a seat by the window. He walked behind the counter and was soon out of sight. The door to the restaurant was pushed open and a good looking man entered the diner. He looked around and his gaze met mine. Something about him seemed off to me though. He had a smirk on his face that was supposed to look good but it didn't. “Hi beautiful, you seem new here. I'm Omari.” He took out his hands for a handshake but I didn't return the favour.

“He is nothing. You endangered your pack. You endangered every pack.” And then the real voice came. The one that had been waiting. Low. Careful. “And let’s not pretend we don’t know what you are.” My stomach turned. My heart slammed once, hard, like it knew what was coming. “You’re an omega. A male omega.” The air shifted. All eyes were on me now. Like I’d grown a second head. Or like I was something to be put down. “You go into heat,” the man said slowly. “You attract attention. You form bonds with anything that breathes. You’re unstable. You’re vulnerable.”

A throat cleared behind her. "Uh, excuse me, Omega Ammy?" Ammy turned to face a young omega man, dark haired and unusually lovely. He wore stylish dark green robes with feather accents and his earrings glinted as he swayed. He stood wringing his hands, shifting nervously and offering a large smile that turned into a grimace. He opened his mouth to speak but paused shifting again and bit his lip. Ammy smirked, amused. "I'm surprised to see someone here more awkward than I. Is there a rodent under your shirt, making you dance in place so?"

Belinda boldly met his gaze. Draven's lips tilted to the side. "You'll have what you want." An hour later, Belinda entered the underground garage of the skyscraper to meet an auburn-haired man leaning on an SUV. He brought down the lit cigarette from his lips as she approached, exhaling smoke through his nose. "Where to mam?" His tone was sarcastic as he pulled open the door to the car's driver seat. Belinda was an omega who had found favor with the boss by spreading her legs—she hardly expected the hard men of the Lycan's mafia to respect her. That said, it would be to her benefit if they at least didn't dislike her.

I said and the blond lady waved her hand, and two men in uniforms approached us. “There's a sneaking stalker in the mall; check the footage and see who snuck up the windows of all our dressing rooms,” The blond lady said. “Yes ma'am.” The guards replied and left. “We are really sorry, ma'am; we promise to bring out the culprit. I nodded, feeling uncomfortable and uneasy. It was weird, their attention and care. I was a stranger, but they could sniff my aura; clearly, they all knew I was an Omega. So why aren't they treating me equally, why so much finesse? Unless Kane made sure the entire pack knew that I had a chance of being the pack's Luna.