Dark City Omega (Beasts of Gatamora #1)

by Elizabeth Stephens

Everyone is born a Beta, though just over half of Betas ascend as Alphas, if you’re lucky. An even luckier few ascend as Berserkers. An even unluckier few ascend as Omegas.

fucking ache for that vulnerability. Makes every instinct in my body come alive with a desire to tear the world down around her and lay it at her feet.

What the fuck was I thinking, letting the Fates guide me here when I should have gutted them? I force off thoughts of my childhood, the prophecy, the Fates I should have murdered, the shit fucking brewin’ in my gut telling me that something about those damn scavengers was off.

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.