Dark City Omega (Beasts of Gatamora #1)

by Elizabeth Stephens

I scream in rapture, in absolute delight. He roars and curses and sniffles because my Berserker is a cupcake. A murderous cupcake. And that fills me with violent satisfaction that carries me all through the day and into the night. The entire time, flowers fall around us.

This is my Omega and she’s a breathtaking and savage thing.

They want everythin’ and if it takes four Omegas — one to match each of the Fates — to take ‘em down, then we can’t keep Echo and Freya and the other two as knights on our chessboards. They’re our queens. And if we’re the kings it’s our job to defend ‘em.”

“I gotta show the world I belong to the Fallen Earth Omega, don’t I? Couldn’t think of a better way. Made it outta your vines. Impressed? They’re hard as shit to work with. Either brittle or so damn delicate. Makes sense knowin’ who made ‘em, doesn’t it?”

“They’re all for you, don’t you know? I don’t even care about flowers, but I know you like them.

And if I’m worthy a’ somethin’, why can’t it be you?”