Dark City Omega (Beasts of Gatamora #1)

by Elizabeth Stephens

Different Alphas from different cities have different preferred methods of travel. Glass City Alphas use carriages, Dark City ride motorcycles, Gold City use camels, Shadowlands and Mirage City use horses, Ruby City are conniving enough not to bother with land travel at all and are content to steal Betas trying to cross the Sea of Zaoul by boat…

No. I have no intention of being caught — — alive. I won’t be caught alive.

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.

I 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.

Berserkers don’t just purr, they roar. The sound is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It makes me feel like I’m not lonely — like I’ve never been lonely. Like I’m worthy.

“You taste like sin,” I lie, because she doesn’t. She tastes like redemption.

I remember the Fates. I remember what they told me. That in Paradise Hole I’d find her. And that there’d be no mistakin’ who she was when I met her. I’d know I met my wife. I know. She’s nothin’ I expected and everythin’ I want. I’d expected an Omega who was meek and beautiful, grateful and obedient. Instead, I got rage dipped in honey, dragged through shards of glass. An Omega who’d rather kill herself than be mine, and right now she’s beggin’ me.

“My wife is strong. The strongest woman I know. Her scent is thick enough to swim in. She’s more beautiful than the goddamn sun. She’s smart and brave and a fuckin’ ass hole in the best possible way. The Omega in the woods is a fuckin’ shadow compared to her because my wife…my wife is fuckin’ everything to me.”

“Hate me, Echo. Because I love the way you hate me. Just so long as you only. Hate. Me.”