“They took my mate because we registered her into the omega database. She died fighting them off. There are omegas that are still in hiding. But someday they won’t have to,” he says. “Now, can we get the fuck out of here?”
The fallout affected everyone. “I’m sorry,” Lucas says. “She’s out there. Somewhere.”
“Yeah. Maybe.”
Lucas can’t find the words to express his understanding, but it’s known. If they can’t find those that define their lives, then there is no meaning to their existence.
It is in alpha’s nature to take, fuck, and breed. But it’s also in their nature to sacrifice. A bond forged with a mate cannot be broken. Lucas will give everything to see that bond through. Including his life.
Lucas steps into the rover, and they take off toward a set of rolling sand dunes.
A rising sun bleeds over the dunes ahead of them.
Love will not be easy to find. But he’s ready to find her, extinction and all.
Ruby
Ruby sits inside the halls of the Carabaro naval base. Surrounded by guards, she waits beside a closed door.
Like she assumed, they took her group in. She will get interrogated, and she will get everything she planned for and more.
“Almost there, sis,” she whispers.
Whenever Rae has any doubt, she sees her face. The face of a warrior. Everything Ruby wanted to achieve, Rae did it tenfold.
And that’s why she despised her. It’s why she stole her children and tortured her.
Their relationship is... complex. But Ruby knows she’s alive, and shewill find her and tell her the truth about everything.
She will finally make it up to her.
Hours pass. An alpha exits a door. He waves her on her feet. “The commander would like to see you,” he grunts.
As they lead Ruby into a room with the Commander of Carabaro, she feels more at home. She spent little time as Prime Minister of the New Republic, but the interrogations and tireless negotiations after the first takeover were by far the highlights of the job.
This will be easy.
The commander slides out a chair from underneath a short, wooden table. He purses his lips as he makes a gesture with his hand. “Prime minister. You may sit,” he says.
“I’m not Prime Minister any longer,” she says.
She eases back into the chair. For this one moment, she’s a leader again. She has a spot at the negotiation table. She is in her rightful place.
But that’s what he wants her to think, and she knows it.
“What do you want from me?” she asks, knowing full well she is in a place of power again.
“I should kill you for what you did,” he growls.
She can’t help but turn to hide a faint and much too obvious smile. “You want Severin. But Severin is dead. He built the bomb that blew up half the world. Pity.”
“How did you survive?” he asks.
“If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me,” she says.
“Try me.”
“I’d rather not,” she mutters.