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ut Wren fought back and out of his arms. She scraped her heels, tripping against the heavy pull of the mud. Sobbing, she said, “Somebody… please tell me what’s going on.”
Vash stood in the middle of the group, tall and ominous. He held out his hand to pick her up. “If we leave, I will tell you everything that I know.”
Chapter Twelve
“We have all been manipulated,” Vash said as he faced the window of the train. Through the wiring of the cable cars, he could see the city of Dagon growing taller in the distance.
“No one has been manipulated more than me. More than my kind,” Wren muttered.
Vash slung his back against the armrest. Oddly enough, he felt better. But the question kept flashing in his mind like a strobe. Why? Why give him the cure after spending all this time trying to drive him into the earth? What was it that Cassian wanted from him now?
“You are an omega. It’s in your nature to be handled,” Vash whispered.
Wren’s body shook, but before she could react, the train car came to a grinding halt. The men rushed out of the crowded exits, and Wren struggled to keep up.
“Do not tell me what is in my nature,” she said, taking his forearm.
Vash kept walking until they reached the wall of broken buildings. With new health and vitality, he waited at the entrance of the safe house.
“Are there others like you?” she asked.
“Other factions? They don’t measure against the Oroborous,” Killian said.
“If you want to know more about your nature, Wren,” Vash sneered, “you will follow me inside and stop making a fuss.”
Wren followed, but she held the pistol steady.
“I want to know what I really am,” she said.
The alphas sat down on a torn up couch. Hands against his forehead, Killian muttered, “First, we should tell you who we really are.”
Wren paused for him to speak, but Lucas took the reins. “We have all suffered.”
Wren wagged her flowing hair. “I’m sick of hearing that.”
“Do our lives not matter?” Vash asked.
Looking straight into his eyes, Wren answered. “If omegas found a way to rise to power, they could keep the alphas in a facility. They would be routinely stroked until milked, ten times a day. As much as they could provide, we would drain and collect for more testing. If you fuck up one time, we could rule over you.”
“The omegas wouldn’t stand a chance against our fists,” Killian said.
Killian stood with the intent on beating her back into submission, but Wren pulled the gun on him faster than any of them could react. The other two watched with unease. “Don’t fucking move,” she said.
“Fucking whore,” Killian whispered through his teeth.
“You see? I have fists, too. They’re shiny, metal, and as alluring as the kiss of death,” she said, grinning.
All of the men’s triggers seemed to go off at once, but they did not react. One movement and Killian’s brains could end up sprayed against the wall. His anger turning into harsh amusement, Killian lowered himself to the floor, dropped his head, and actually bowed.
“Is this what you want? Power over us?” Vash asked.
“Vash,” Lucas hissed.
Wren stood powerfully above Killian. “I am the alpha and the omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end.”
Killian crawled forward until his hands met her dirtied feet. Raising his head, he placed his palms flat in the air. As much as it made him nervous, it also excited him to see her reacting like this. “We need each other,” he whispered, bone growing thick between his thighs.