Copyright © October 2014, Kassanna
Cover art by Mina Carter © October 2014
Formatting by Bob Houston eBook Formatting
This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this novel are fictitious or used fictitiously. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or portions thereof, in any form.
Sugar and Spice Press
North Carolina, USA
Omega takes us back to the very beginning when Pack Rulez was just becoming established. This is a prequel story in the series, an insider’s look at how everything is connected. Colin is the beginning. Enjoy the roller-coaster ride that was the start of it all.
The paper sheeting on his seat crinkled beneath him as he twisted around. “You do know when I get you alone, I plan to smack that ass,” Colin whispered. The needle pricked as he eased his arm over to brush his fingers against Robbie’s wrist.
She glanced down at him from the vial of blood quickly filling. “Colin, be good.”
“How? You stroll in here all business but I know what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours…you’re undressing me with your eyes and thinking,
I’m going to climb that man like a tree
A burst of laughter escaped through Robbie’s lips. She shook her head. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re full of yourself?”
“Why deny our fate?” He shrugged. His wolf raised its head up in his mind. He twisted his head toward the doorway.
Malachai stuck his head past the doorway with a big grin on his face. “Are we still on for lunch, gorgeous?”
Robbie peered at the wall behind Colin. Her mouth twitched at the corners, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes. She took a deep breath before turning to Malachai. “We sure are, Chai.” She glanced down at Colin. “Would you like to join us?”
The guttural growl that rose up his throat escaped before he could call it back. Colin relaxed his fists. He turned his gaze on Malachai and the man stepped back.
“I guess that’s a no,” Malachai joked.
Colin stared at him, his beast snapped at the chains that tethered it. Teeth filled his mouth and saliva pooled around his tongue. He swallowed. This wasn’t the time or the place, but soon. Now that Robbie was pregnant, he needed to choose which battles to fight first.
“You don’t have to like me, dog, but your daddy requires my help. I’m the sole reason you aren’t extinct. You should be kissing my feet you fucking animal,” Malachai snarled.
“Colin,” Robbie pleaded quietly.
“Motherfucker.” Colin lunged. The vial was snatched from Robbie’s fingers and crashed to the floor. Blood splattered across the sterile white tile. “I will use your bones for fucking toothpicks.” He snapped his jaws.
Malachai scurried down the hall. The distinct aroma of urine floated in his wake.
“I would like to keep my job, Colin, play nice, please.” Robbie sighed. “Malachai will make me pay for his fear of you.”
“Bastard needs to be scared of me. Ian won’t always be Alpha and you’re smart and beautiful; any company would be lucky to have you. You can come and work for Volkshire.” He slid back into the chair and straightened his arm. “The only reason I haven’t dropped out of the program is because of you. You think I give a damn if humans create a serum that can give them my abilities? This is one of Ian’s more foolish ideas. There is a reason human are, well,
“I like it here, the staff is friendly and I can work alone with no one bothering me. An ideal situation for an introvert like me. As for working for your pack, that would be like climbing out of the frying pan and into the fire. At least here I know what I’m dealing with. Between your dad and wife, I would be dead in a matter of days.” Robbie pulled the needle from his vein and placed a small piece of gauze against the tiny hole, taping it down.
He flexed his arm before rolling down his sleeve. “I thought you knew me better than that.” Colin raised his hand and stroked her jaw. The moment he saw her in that miniskirt and sweater he knew, instinctively, who she was. His mate. It was knowledge that saddened him until he decided to act on the awareness. He was already married, an arrangement his father made to consolidate two wolf packs. His marriage to Reana almost tripled Volkshire’s size and should have doubled their coffers, yet his clan was close to bankruptcy.
Colin dropped his hand. “No one would lay a finger on you. Doesn’t matter anyway, we are leaving, once I take care of a few things and get my brother over here. He can handle Volkshire’s day-to-day business, and we will disappear.”
Meeting Robbie had complicated his world, which both excited and exasperated him. Stuck in a loveless marriage with a shifter that behaved more like an octopus than a wolf, they did share children. He had his boys to think about. His father’s latest scheme, becoming partners of a sort with the humans, he could see the writing on the wall. This shit would backfire and the blowback would decimate everything the council worked so hard to create.
Established pack rules to keep the peace among shifters were being lost, guidelines ignored. All under his dad’s guise of streamlining covenants. He was willing to walk away from it all, but first he needed to set people in place to take over once he took care of business. He watched Robbie move; the baby she carried wasn’t his and she wouldn’t tell him what happened, but he would love the babe like he loved his boys. Anything that was a part of Robbie was as much a part of him.
He looked around the cold white environment. The US government had always known shifters existed, at least a few key people did. Somehow his father climbed into bed with them and now, together, they were trying to create the perfect soldier. All the benefits of being a shifter without actually becoming the beast, and that was how he met Robbie. She was one of two scientists working in the program.
She crouched to clean up his blood. The chemicals she used made his nose twitch. He hopped off the chair and dropped down to help her. She offered him a coy smile that made his cock hard.
Being close to her was a physical pain in his chest; emotions he was unfamiliar with ebbed and flowed through him and he had no idea how to deal with the rush of them. So many times when they were alone he had to curb the urge to bite her, make her his. As bad as he wanted to tie her to him, he couldn’t do that until he was free. One thing he wouldn’t do was get her caught up in his bullshit.
“When will you tell me what happened?” he asked for the thousandth time.
“What difference does it make? I am pregnant. She’s not yours.” Robbie’s tone was devoid of emotion.
“I only want to know how.” Colin tapped down his annoyance at her reply.
“Colin, it doesn’t matter now, who, why, or how. We have this undeniable attraction. I realize that, but I don’t know how to explain it and it won’t change my response to your questions.”
“We have nothing to be ashamed of.” Colin rose and offered her his hand.
She tossed the paper towels in the trash and yanked off her gloves, discarding them before sliding her palm into his. “But I want to do certain acts.” Her eyes sparkled and she winked. “Badly.”
“Goddess, but you are amazing. You’re the only constant in my life keeping me sane.” He tugged her up.
She changed the subject again. “When Malachai discovers I’m pregnant…” Her voice cracked.
“One finger, Robbie, if he lays just one finger on you, baby, I swear no one will ever find his body. We will be gone long before anyone knows you’re carrying a child. How do you know it’s a she anyway?” He grinned and dipped his head to rub his nose against hers.
“I don’t know how. I just know.” She pulled back. “Ian sent over a couple kids, at least that is what Malachai claimed. I was told they were orphans, but I remember you once told me shifters tend to take care of your own. I’ve never seen them before…the look in Malachai’s eyes when he watches them makes me uncomfortable.”
“We don’t have any children unaccounted for, Robbie. I’ll look into that. Don’t have lunch with that asshole.” Colin tugged her back into his embrace.
“It’s good to keep up appearances.” She brushed her lips against the corner of his mouth. “I’m going to check on the toddlers; they are really cute. One is blonde with the clearest blue eyes, I think she might be a little mischievous. The other has really big eyes with dark tight curls that hang down her back. They look so different that it’s hard to believe they’re sisters, but that’s what I love about genetics.”
“You’re too softhearted, Robbie.” He ambled toward the door. “Try to stay away from Colonel Malachai as much as possible.”
She dropped her voice a decibel and added a strange accent, “Yes, sir, Captain!”
“Smart ass.” He exited the room and trotted down the hall. As Omega, the son of the Alpha, he had an office in the shared facility. There were a few calls he wanted to make before he headed home and he couldn’t make them there.
He pulled keys from his pocket and unlocked the door. Crossing the threshold, he glanced around for anything amiss before soundly closing the door. He gave up his office in the council building to be closer to Robbie—the way Malachai hovered around her made him want to rip the shit’s throat out. After twisting the lock he marched across the space to his desk and picked up the handset as he sat down.
His brother was one of the few men he trusted. He’d already approached his best friends with his plan. They were both on board. Once he got everyone out, they would get lost in Alaska. He stabbed his brother’s international number into the keypad. After a series of clicks, a distinct ringing filled his ear. He tapped his fingers on the metal surface of the office furniture.
hell do you have any idea what time it is?” his brother, also named Ian, growled into the phone.
“Da has lost his damn mind.” Colin’s faint accent reemerged.
“And I should care why, he left us. He could walk off a short cliff and it would never make any mind to me.”
“I need you, Ian. You are his favorite, his namesake.” Colin rubbed his palm down his face.
“I am his throwaway. My hands are full; we are having skirmishes with Black Mountain. Now, that is a pack that I wish would find its way to the fooking states,” Ian grumbled.
“I bet Da could stop them.”
“Colin, I told you before, you put too much faith in the man. He’s probably the ass that put those wolves up to the attack so I would give up and come over there.” The last words were said with a sneer. “Da and I don’t get along and never will. Put him out of his misery and challenge the old bastard for Volkshire.”
“That would mean killing him.” Colin leaned back in his seat and stared at the bright yellow-and-green psychedelic painting on the wall.
“Good riddance to bad rubbish. I’m sorry, little brother, but your problems are ones you must solve on your own. If need be, I can spare a few sentries. Good beasts I will make sure are only loyal to you. That’s all I can offer though. Say, if I kidnap Roman, can I send the little shite over to you.”
“You keep that heathen on your side of the pond.” Colin chuckled. “My mate, though, would gladly take that problem on and enjoy it.”
“Mate?” Ian’s voice dropped. “Bloody hell, what are you going to do with Reana? I told you to run when Da proposed the contract.”
“It’s bad, Ian.” Colin sighed.
“I can offer a safe haven for you and the boys, but I’ll not touch your situation with a long pole.” Muffled talking filled the quiet that enveloped the line. “I have to go, Colin. Do what you must. I’ll not hold you responsible for Da’s demise. Hell, I’ll dance on his grave.”
“I don’t want it to come to that.” Killing his father wasn’t something Colin wanted to do, but he was running out of options.