Page 57 of Shared Omega

The Alpha nods, his face stern and deadly serious behind his iron-gray beard.

“By the Source I swear it to be true.”

In the corner of my vision, I notice Truk relax slightly. He holds one arm toward me, gesturing.

“He’s telling the truth.”

Dog snarls. “Fuck that. You can’t be sure.”

“I am sure,” Truk retorts. “An Alpha of the ruins would never break an oath sworn upon the Source.”

The Source. I’ve heard Truk using that term before. It seems to have some religious significance for the inhabitants of the Zone. Like a deity or something. I’ll have to remember to ask Dog about that. Perhaps he knows something about it.

But right now is the time for making a decision.

I take a deep breath and exhale a silent prayer that I’m making the right play.

My gun lowers. I place it beside me on the ground and rise.

“What are you doing?” Dog growls.

“He knows where Lily is. He can help us.”

“He doesn’t mean to help us. He means to kill us.”

I look the Alpha up and down. Something has changed about him. The mention of Lily has surprised him—shocked him even. I’m not exactly sure why, but I intend to find out.

“If you know where Lily is, can you take us to her?” I ask.

He shakes his head.

“I can take you.” He points straight at me. “The Dog and the Halfbreed are too dangerous, though. I’m not going to bring them into my territory.”

“Fuck that,” Dog snaps. “There’s no way you’re taking her alone.”

I have to agree with that. Truk seems to believe that this Alpha warrior is a man of his word, but I’m not going to take a major risk like that.

“I’m not going alone. We all go together, or not at all.”

The warrior looks between Dog and Truk one more time, then shrugs.

“Fine,” he says. “I will take you there tomorrow.”

Seriously? Just like that? Based on his appearance and demeanor, I would never have taken this guy for a pushover. Something is definitely up. There’s something he’s not telling us. Still, he’s our best chance at getting into the city at this point.

“Okay?” I say.

The Alpha nods and strides toward the thick concrete pillar that is supporting the broken remnants of the overpass high above our heads, He slumps down against its base.

“We will leave at first light then. Now, if you are all done with your playtime, I recommend you get some sleep. The sun will be up in a few hours, and we still have a long way to journey.”

He leans his head back and closes his eyes. His breathing instantly modulates to a slow, steady pace, and it seems as if he has already fallen asleep.

Truk and Dog slowly move back toward me, but they never take their eyes off the other Alpha. Dog shakes his head.

“You can’t be serious,” he mutters to me. “You can’t trust this guy. He’ll kill us in our sleep.”

“I’m not going to kill you in your sleep,” the Alpha grunts without opening his eyes.