Fever (The Omegaborn Trilogy 3)

Triss and Raven growled after their retreat.

Now it was just us three omegas and Savile.

I knelt close to the wall and took a deep breath, gathering myself. Savile stumbled over his own two feet, almost falling before he caught himself. He’d moved closer to the wall though and the wolf growled menacingly. I paused, analyzing the distance between him and the edge.

It wasn’t any more than six feet away and he seemed hardly aware of it. I caught Raven’s gaze and quickly flicked my eyes back and forth from the edge to her. I did the same with Triss and then at once, the three of us came up with a plan.

Triss and Raven maneuvered outward, slowly moving in a way to surround him from the sides while I came at him from the front. He ground his teeth, too focused on me to give my omega sisters even the most remote of glances.

He tried to remain cocky, despite the fact that things weren’t looking good for him.

“When I give the order, my beta army is going to release the omega solution into the air. I hear there’s some pretty terrible side effects in omegas and alphas. Acts as a sedative at first as it works its course through your body. Likely would be terrible timing on the part of your pathetic little uprising,” he goaded.

I stood tall then and he took a startled step back. His eyes widened and then I leapt toward him. He took another two steps back before he braced himself, widening his stance in an effort to prepare himself for me.

But he wasn’t ready. He’d underestimated us omegas for a very long time.

In concert, the three of us slammed into Savile and drove him back, pummeling one solid punch after another into his stomach. He cried out and almost fell backwards at our initial assault, but eventually recovered a bit by throwing his weight back toward us.

I grabbed Triss’ hand and then Raven’s, using them as anchors as I threw my body forward, lifting both legs off the stone and slamming my feet into the center of Savile’s chest. He cried out in pain and screamed as he flew backwards, stumbling the last few feet until he teetered on the edge of the wall.

The look of sheer panic on his face was as fulfilling as I thought it would be. He tried to center himself, to save himself from falling, but it was too late. He roared with fury. His arms flailed wildly and his face screwed with anger. None of it mattered.

He fell anyway.

The icy gray wolf eyes met mine for a fraction of a second, but it was enough for him to understand what he needed to do. He roared, opening his mouth and exposing vicious rows of teeth before his punishing bite captured Savile. The man screamed but his yells were cut short by the crunching sounds of a predator finding its prey.

The wolf made quick work of Savile, swallowing him whole in a matter of seconds. I stood tall and then Okorius howled in honor of our victory, his three heads rising as one.

All around us, the beta army dropped their weapons to the ground. Swords and guns clattered off of the pavement. Men in droves lifted their arms and put their hands on the backs of their heads in surrender.

The alpha horde roared with their triumph. The Omegaborn danced and screamed with their pride.

We’d done it.

The Omegaborn were finally free. The beta oppression was over, and the city was ours.

And I had been the one to lead them to victory.