Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(104)

Adam stiffened, sucking in a breath, and he had to loosen my own grip enough to pull back. We were both a mess, snotty and teary and red-faced. His eyes were wide, staring down at me, lips parted. His head shook slowly.

"Faith. They're not coming."

I blinked up at him, and his smile wobbled into place.

"We killed the head of Omikron," Adam whispered. "And, umm…a few other officials on the way down here. The FBI is chasing the organization's heels. They're falling apart."

"You what?" I whispered.

Adam grinned. "They sent Eve to kill me. I got her to bite me instead. It's a long story, but the ending is, Omikron is crashing down on itself. They're not chasing after you, Faith. You're safe."

The room tilted and Adam caught me by my elbows as my knees gave out.

"What?" I repeated, but there was no sound in the words.

"Shit, sorry, your alpha's gonna worry," Adam muttered, guiding me to the couch, joining me there. "It's big, I know."

"Omikron is gone?"

Adam's face scrunched and he shrugged. "Not gone. Not yet. But there's infighting, we think. People are going underground to run from the FBI. We're, um…hunting some of them."

My eyes widened, my brain still spinning like a top over everything he'd said. "Eve was sent to kill you?"

Adam laughed. "Yeah. She probably almost did a couple of times. Definitely wanted to. I won her over in the end."

I gaped at him. Was he joking?

"She's an acquired taste," Adam said.

And he looked so…happy and strangely smitten as he said the words.

"When you said you were going to find the biggest and baddest alpha…"

Adam melted slightly, his perfume floating around him like a sugary sweet cloud. "She's perfect."

I should've tried to hide my skepticism, but I was too deep in shock to bother and Adam's love-drunk daze faded as he stared back at me.

"I mean, she's perfect for me," he said, blushing and clearing his throat. "I know we haven't made the best impression as a pack tonight, but the guys are way more normal and nice. You'll like them. And once Eve gets over the whole rescue mission gone sideways thing, and we like…make sure you're safe—"

"I am safe. I've said I'm safe," I snapped.

Adam blinked. "I know, but… I mean, this wasn't exactly what you wanted, right? A biker bar is not a wrap-around porch and an attic nest," he laughed.

He was right. The bar wasn't ideal, even if I was slowly finding my footing. But it set me on edge.

"I have a nest, I have an alpha who loves me—"

"You have bruises on your throat too," Adam said, dropping his smile.

I blushed, a hand rising to cover the marks from Chance. "Ones I asked for from my beta."

Adam blinked and relaxed slightly. "Okay. That's cute. It's not like I'm not asking for bites." He stretched his throat for me, displaying the marks I'd already tried and failed to count.

He looked like a chew toy. Apparently, considering killing Adam had eventually turned into a possessive need to mark the shit out of him. I didn't find it "cute," though.

Adam settled and we stared at one another, siblings and now somehow strangers too.

"I just want you to be happy," he said, frowning. "To have a good pack that will take care of you."

I blew a breath out of pursed lips and leaned forward, resting my forehead against Adam's shoulder. "Thank you. I want that too."

"We'll figure it out, kiddo," Adam whispered. "We're together now."

I nodded and tried to quell the doubt that curdled in my chest.





37. BEAR





My heel jiggled against the floor. Faith's emotions were flipping too fast to track. I didn't know if it was the shock of the night, the attack, her adrenaline throwing her back into her feral state, or Adam pulling her out again, but she hadn't settled on one feeling for more than a second yet. I wanted to rise from the booth, march to King's office, and wrap myself around her like a safety blanket. But if I did, one or more of Adam's alphas was sure to chase me down. And if it was the woman, Eve, I'd get my ass handed to me.

She sat across from me, also at the edge of the booth, looking cool as a cucumber, staring at each of us in turn. Garrett, on the inside of the booth, kept frowning and staring over Ghost's shoulder to the hall, as if checking on our omegas. I assumed he was in touch with Adam like I was with Faith, and it was interesting to me how impassive Eve managed to remain.

All four of them were military at some level, that much had been clear from the start of the attack. I was too, but apparently I was out of practice. And now privately humiliated.

"So you're saying she's not in danger from Omikron?" King asked.

"Not necessarily," Rory said. He sat across from me, huge and equally stony-faced.

"They're chasing their own tails, and we're picking them off," Eve said.

Rory shot her a glare, and she returned it with a silky smile and a bat of her thick, black lashes.

"It would be unlikely at this point in time for them to organize enough to worry about tracking down an omega they've already been paid for," Garrett offered.