Page 60 of Shared Omega

And with that, he is gone, racing down the other side of the hill toward the city limits, his charging body parting the high grass like a ship plowing through waves. For a minute we just watch him go.

A cloud passes overhead, covering us in its shadow.

“I don’t trust him,” I grumble. “He’s leading us into a trap.”

Truk steps beside me, shaking his head of long blond hair.

“But he swore by the Source. An Alpha would never break such an oath.”

“You’re infatuated,” I scoff. “You’re letting your desire to be accepted into the fold cloud your judgment, boy. Think about what he actually said last night. He swore to us that he knows where Lily is. That is all. But he has no intention of really helping us find her. He’s setting up an ambush. I’m sure of it.”

Truk starts to speak again. “But—“

“But nothing,” I cut him off. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s to trust my instincts. And my instincts tell me that Kane is leading us into a trap.”

“I agree,” Sloane says.

She is leaning against the sill of the window set into the broken wall, watching Kane as he races toward the city.

“You do?” I ask.

I’m somewhat surprised. So far it seems that Sloane has been giving Kane the benefit of the doubt. Hell, she even handed over her gun. But if she really thinks it’s a trap, then why did she want to go along with Kane’s plan up to now.

Sloane turns and hops her perfect little butt up into the window. Her white shirt is still slightly damp from last night’s rain, and it clings to her delicious breasts. Even in these dire circumstances, just looking at her sends a rush of desire through my blood.

She is a treasure that must be protected.

“I have an idea,” she says.

Truk and I look at each other in surprise, then back to Sloane.

“Okay, so it’s not a super well thought out plan,” she admits. “But Kane said something about marking.”

I step forward to where she is sitting in the window and position myself between her legs, my hands resting on her thighs. She gazes into my face with those incredible blue eyes shaded by her long lashes. Her sapphire irises are still dilated with her estrus.

“Sloane, do you even know what marking entails?”

She drops her eyes and shakes her head, as a blush rises in her cheeks.

“No,” she answers. “Not exactly. But I have some idea.”

I knuckle her chin and tilt her face up to mine once again. Just then, the cloud passes, drenching her in golden sunlight, and my desire to claim her and protect her flares anew.

“Sloane, the mark is permanent. Once you are bound to a group of Alphas, that bond cannot be broken except by death.”

Truk steps forward and leans against the wall beside her. He strokes her bare arm with his knuckles.

“Besides,” he adds, “It won’t make any difference if Dog and I mark you. The Alphas who dwell in the city ruins only acknowledge the mark of their own tribesmen. To them, the marks of an Outsider and a half-breed like me wouldn’t mean much.”

Sloane nods, thinking.

“What about Kane?” she whispers.

“What?” Truk and I shout in chorus.

“Sloane, you’ve got to be kidding,” I growl. “You must have seen the hatred in his eyes. That Alpha wants nothing more than to tear you to pieces.”

Truk nods in agreement with me. Even though he is filled with admiration for the Alpha warrior, he doesn’t want to give up the omega that we now share.