Page 16 of Generation Omega: Claimed (Originverse #3)

KAZIMIR

Ethan’s instant panic is a sandblaster laying waste to my soul. My hands are on his shoulders a second later, as I kneel behind him.

“Kaz,” he pleads, almost whines. His hand is still inside Tillie, and the omega is resting. Luckily, everyone is either too stressed—or suffering from alpha mush brain—to wonder how I knew this fisting gambit would work on her, almost as effectively as a knot.

While I attempt to review the other tools in my unconventional arsenal, the alphas verbally bash around like caged animals.

I hear their sharp words. Bite her. Bond her.

Bonds would fix everything. That’s all from our bite-happy professor, who shouldn’t even be in this nest. She doesn’t like him.

She doesn’t trust him. Wait, no. The omega wants to fuck him—to claim all her alphas with her greedy, chomping cunt—but Tillie doesn’t.

Tillie sees the professor as a threat to Ethan, just like I do.

Something ripples through Ethan and lands inside me, a hazy confirmation.

Fuck.

“Shut up!” I roar so I can think, assess, and overwhelm my revulsion that’s mixed with a hint of honor.

Kaz, please. That’s from Ethan.

In response, I wrap my arms around him, pressing closer, aware that he can feel my undeflatable erection against his back.

I’m here, and I’m going to take care of this. After communicating that to him, some of his stress eases.

“This might be a little strange,” I whisper to him, “but just trust me, okay?”

“I do—I trust you, Kaz. Please, help her. We need this to work.”

The alphas are silent as the grave we’re occupying if we fail here. I just wish they would always shut the fuck up and let me take care of things.

I try not to consider what I’m going to do, because any roads back to sanity are about to be nuked. At least, that’s my guess. For Ethan—I’m doing this for Ethan. I tell myself that, but it rings false even to me. Shit, I am going to need therapy before we’re done here.

I close my eyes. The sight of Tillie’s luscious, naked body so close to Ethan’s challenges my control in the worst way.

After dragging in a deep breath, I push my awareness and power inside Ethan.

His emotions are jagged edges all around me.

It’s unsettling—not being within Ethan, that’s a balm on my soul, but the fact that we’re suddenly vulnerable to what’s happening around us.

But the faster I do this, the sooner I can get back to protecting us from the alphas in the nest.

The knowledge hits me instantly. Tillie—not her omega—is aware that she’s connected to Ethan, and she’s as relieved as I would be.

Another ripple of truth begins inside her, flows through Ethan, and reaches me.

Then I hear her directly. She’s calling to me .

Ethan seems to understand and clears his mind, doing everything he can to eliminate any interference between Tillie and me.

Not him, Kazimir… not him. Not safe… Ethan… threats… can’t… surrender—won’t surrender.

Each word she manages to share is hard-fought. Tillie’s a fucking warrior.

Just like you… fight… never surrender… protect him… my life… he’s my life… and my life… is mine.

I know what’s happening, and I can’t even be surprised—impressed, definitely, but not shocked at all.

The tiny, exquisite woman who decided to wage war on the omegaverse for rudely interrupting her life, is now in a pitched battle against her own inner omega.

But she’s not attempting to destroy her omega or get back to her old life—Tillie is committed to the omegaverse now.

Our pack-forming roadblock isn’t that her omega’s call is too weak to fuel this heat—it’s that Tillie’s trust hasn’t been earned, not by everyone here.

My pride in her loyalty and dedication is absolutely obliterating every escape route out of this shitshow, as though I could ever walk away from Ethan or get him to abandon Tillie.

Damn, this is a first-rate clusterfuck, as our dainty omega is basically killing her own pack to protect Ethan from the danger she perceives in her nest. We really are failing here, and that just sucks.

Ethan sends a wave of support toward me, as though sensing my aversion to playing the role of Kazimir, the pack builder . The extremely quiet omega legacy is mocking me, I just know it.

Alrighty then, Kazimir to the rescue… what am I, a damn collie? Tillie’s down a well, so let me just grab some rope and lower it.

Tillie, I’ve got him. No one will ever harm him.

The things I would do to anyone who even considered it, would break all the damn nest rules against blood sports.

That pretentious shitface won’t hurt Ethan, and your other alphas don’t want to harm him.

Truly, if you want your pack to be less infested with douchebags, you just need to tell me, and I’ll start tugging weeds—and by weeds, I mean obnoxious professors.

She hears me. I feel something akin to relief but doubt still remains.

I know what I have to say, but I don’t want to say it. If Tillie remembers any of this, she’ll have the goods on me, the key to my own surrender to a destiny I never wanted.

Truth—tell me the truth, and I’ll believe you.

Shit—that was a dare if ever I’ve heard one. She knows Ethan is all that matters to me, so I have to be the one to say it.

Tillie, right now, you’re the greatest risk to Ethan’s life. Only a strong pack will be able to protect a bonded beta. He’s not an alpha or an omega. It’s worse than that—Ethan is an anomaly that will fascinate the wrong people.

Her body jerks as my meaning reaches her. What should I do?

I’m gnashing my teeth, but I continue. Surrender, Tillie, to the omegaverse. To your alphas. To your omega’s needs. Build this pack with your acceptance, and I will do everything to protect the one we love most.

Her understanding is followed by a plaintive whimper, presenting the other source of her resistance. When I decipher the image she sends me, I laugh aloud, fully supportive and impressed by the one accommodation she’s requesting.

Tillie, I swear on Ethan’s life that your pussy will remain professor free until you decide to let that prick try to plant a seed in you.

I can’t stop my words, because it’s Ethan’s life on the line, and this woman is his world.

Angel, I’m the devil—we both know that—and I’ll never be worthy of his love like you are, but I love him all the same.

Please, I’m begging you to shield my crusty, pathetic excuse for a heart from the horror of losing him.

I’m a selfish fuck, but I’m still asking.

I need you— he needs you—to let go and let us catch you.

That leap of faith is what builds packs.

I know, because I’ve prevented it from happening for years.

Tillie, let this devil do one thing right and use what I know to create a pack fierce enough to annihilate anyone who comes against us. Please, angel…

Her hesitation is excruciating, but then I feel it, like she’s standing on a cliff preparing to jump.

If you ever betray him, I’ll follow you to hell just to make you pay.

Tillie’s awareness vanishes, and her omega begins to whine while squeezing Ethan’s hand with her vice-like cooch. She needs a knot, and she needs it now.

“You’re up, Kilt Man. Get your knot in her.” I turn toward the other alphas, as Ethan eases free of her. “It’s open season on our omega, but the professor doesn’t have a license for her pussy. If his dick gets near it, I’ll cut the fucker off and have it bronzed for her. Are we clear?”

Thatcher’s sulky bark is silenced by Gideon’s infinitely more impressive roar. Gideon’s dark eyes reveal his questions, but the second the omega—our true omega—emits her call for alphas, the raw, primal vibes in the nest explode.

I tug Ethan out of the way as the alphas collectively launch at her. It’s a furious wrestling match to get their cocks inside her. Before she can whine again, she’s moaning, every hole filled, and the heat finally begins in earnest.

Ethan understands why I’m gripping him so hard. He also knows why I’m pulling my cock free and basically humping his back, rubbing my violent desire out against his warm skin.

Yes, Kaz… use me. I love it when you use me.

I don’t get it. I’ve made every wrong decision, too many to count, and yet I’m here. It’s really a bad precedent, inviting the devil into a garden like this. I mean, what will do-gooders think when they realize that bad guys are the winners?

Speaking of winning, I reach around and take Ethan’s cock, roughly working him up, so that when I claim my release that coats his muscular back, he’s right there with me.

When I glance at the omega, she’s lost in the throes of the heat, no longer aware of Ethan. She honored her vow, and I’ll honor mine. Even though she can’t hear me, I still whisper a thank you to my fire-breathing angel whose omega reveal changed my life forever.