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He slings his rifle over his arm, opting for his small handgun. The omega cries behind me, her eyes pooling with tears. “P-please… d-don’t kill me...”

Her tears make her eyes look even bluer, and I lose myself inside them. They’re so full of life, yet here we are about to kill her. Surely, it can’t end like this.

There has to be another way.

My heart pounds. All I want to do is step in front of Roman and block his path to the omega. Even if he has to shoot me to get to her, I don’t care.

I can’t let her die.

”Isaac?” he warns.

The pounding won’t stop inside my head, and it’s driving me crazy. I don’t even know why I bother. Either way, she’s dead. If we let her go, then some other bastard will just end up killing her. The government has plenty of hitmen on speed dial. We’re just the best of the best. No one fucks with Pack Cobra.

We’re efficient and get things done. Well, usually.

Also, she’s not safe. There are predators out there and I mean the real kind. The kind of beasts who would gladly sell her body at one of those awful heat farms where every alpha hopes to knot her, and my fists clench.

No one will get their grubby hands on her.

Roman’s light brown eyes waver a little as he studies me, and I know he can read my thoughts. I always wore my heart on my sleeve, the complete opposite of Sebastian.

But today we seem to be of two minds. We cannot kill the omega.

Roman glances at the omega now. She has dropped to the ground, huddling up into a tight ball, and it looks as if he doesn’t want to kill her either.

A soft whimper escapes her. The sound tears at my insides, and all I want to do is pick her up and cradle her. She can even listen to the sound of my heartbeat if she wants. Anything to make her feel safe.

If she dies today, the world will lose an angel. We don’t know her full story; we don’t know why she attacked that alpha guard at the prison.

We should give her the benefit of the doubt.

But we have orders from the government. There’s also money in it for us too, but I don’t give two shits about the money. This omega healed Sebastian. I can feel the darkness leaking from his soul, and it looks like the dam finally burst.

She even healed me. She made me proud to be weak.

Roman exhales, never taking his eyes off the huddled omega. “I’m sorry. Nothing personal. We’re just doing our job.”

She whimpers louder at that remark, and I could punch Roman’s lights out right about now. He can be a real jerk sometimes.

Surely, he can feel the pull too? This is no ordinary omega after all. I saw the way he looked at her just now. He was enthralled.

Roman steels himself at last, switching the safety off on his gun, and I guess he has made his decision.

He’s killing her.

This is it. The moment we’ve all been dreading. Well, at least two out of the three of us. Roman looks as if he just wants to get home, and what a jerk.

He truly is the most lethal of us all. He’s a ruthless businessman in the end, doing what’s needed to be done in order to keep us afloat. I bet he’s thinking about his granny; he just wants to afford her the best life possible.

Life really isn’t fair.

“Stop…” a low voice whispers behind us, and both Roman and I freeze. Even the omega stops whimpering.

We turn toward Sebastian. It appears the cold-hearted serial killer has returned. Once again, he’s cool and detached. There’s a deep line etched between his brows as he glares at the omega, and it looks as if he has gone back to hating her.

I wonder if he sees the face of Daphne.

Roman arches a brow. “Stop?”


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