CHAPTER 48
BROCK
Killian mated her.
In the past, I would be jealous.
But now, I’m relieved.
She belongs to us, just like we belong to her.
Her scent is different when we reach my cabin hours later. Canada had no problem letting us in, and the pilot I hired agreed to leave the plane in this country and return to the United States another way.
There’s plenty of space for all of us, and the first thing I do is take the rental car to a pharmacy.
They have suppressants in stock, and I buy a year’s supply for Hannah and Olive.
When I return, I turn on the television.
I haven’t been able to sleep sinceEden,and I watch the aftermath of our plan play out on international news.
The world watched as it happened.
No one understands how, but the board members mysteriously fell ill.
Dylan isn’t a suspect.
Yet.
Many Omegas are back in hiding, and the government announced that they will likely rebuildEden.
But backlash is strong, and no final decisions have been made.
It’s not the best news, but it could be worse.
As my eyes are glued to the screen, Hannah emerges from kitchen, dressed in a loose sleep shirt and shorts.
“Hey,” she says, padding into the living room with a soda in hand. “You should sleep.”
I scoff. “Should. Doesn’t mean I will.”
“Well, everyone else is passed out,” she says, flopping down on an armchair.
“Everyone besides you,” I quip.
The guilt eats at me as I look into the eyes of the cousin I betrayed.
“I don’t hate you,” she says, placing the bottle down on the dark wood coffee table. “But you will never understand what we went through. And what Omegas arestillgoing through.”
I swallow, and the memories of when I turned her in flood back to me. “I never should have sent you there,” I whisper.
“Feeling sorry for yourself won’t help anything,” she continues. “And you do too much of that already.”
“Well, fuck!” I say, and she raises an eyebrow, amused. “What can I do to help then?”
“Listen to us,” she says simply. “Especially Olive. And fight the good fight.”
I shake my head. “I have no idea what that entails,” I mutter, and her eyes flicker to the television screen.