Page 121 of Shared Omega

Still, things are heading in a better direction.

We get our updates from a number of sources via the data slate. Some of the information comes directly from leaders and journalists to whom Lily sent her transmissions.

Some of the most interesting and telling information, however, comes to us from a mysterious source whose messages are always simply signed with the letter H.

As Lily finishes reading off the reports of the goings on in the city, she grows quiet and looks off across the chamber.

“Lily, what’s the matter?” I ask.

“I don’t know,” she sighs. “It’s just that I can’t help thinking about all of the violence and destruction that we’ve caused. The riots, the fighting. I mean, people have died because of this. Because of us.”

She turns her eyes toward me.

“Sloane, did we do the right thing?”

“Lily…”

I lean forward—which is slightly difficult with my bulging belly—and I place my hand on her knee.

“Listen to me, Lily. We didn’t cause any of that. People didn’t riot because of anything we did. They were angry at SynerGen for causing the Cataclysm, for killing millions of people, and for trying to sweep the whole thing under the rug. All we did was let people know the truth.”

Lily smiles. She takes my hand and gives it a squeeze.

“You’re right,” she says. “Thank you, Sloane.”

“Of course I’m right. I’m always, oops—“

As I sit back, I lose my balance and start to roll backward on my butt. Somehow, I still haven’t gotten used to having a huge pregnant belly yet. I’ve still got three months to go, but I’m already massive. I don’t know how big my litter will be, but it’s going to be at least three or four.

A pair of strong hands catch me from behind and set me upright again.

“Careful, little mate.”

I tilt my head back and find myself staring up at Dog’s face with his short beard and piercing eyes. His military cut has grown out over the last months, and now his head is covered with dark, sexy curls.

“Thank you,” I say with a smile.

He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to my lips.

Kane and Truk come striding up after him, squatting on either side of me. They have been out hunting since dawn, and their skin smells of the forests and fields.

“How is our little brood?” Kane purrs.

He gently smooths his massive, rough hand on my swollen belly.

“They are very excitable today,” I laugh.

Right on cue, somebody kicks inside me, a tiny foot bumping against Kane’s palm.

“So I can feel,” he chuckles. “That one is a little omega, I believe. Strong and defiant like her mother.”

I smile at that thought. Beside me, Dog smiles as well, and he also touches my distended belly.

“I wonder how many little ones are in there?”

Here in the Zone, it’s not like the outside world. We don’t have ultrasound to look at these things. Only time will tell how big my litter is and how many baby Alphas and omegas are among them.

It really doesn’t matter.