Pack of Lies

PACK OF LIES THE POISONVERSE OLIVIA LEWIN Copyright © 2023 by Olivia Lewin All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This is a work of fiction intended for adults aged 18+. Names, characters, places, and incidents described within are either the product of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons is entirely coincidental. Published by Reber Media Company Cover design by Marie Mackay Created with Vellum CONTENT HOLD UP! Is there anything I should know as a reader? Pack of Lies is an 18+ steamy omegaverse novel with an MMMMFM dynamic and a male omega in the pack (basically, they all bang. OK, not all of them, but there are multiple romantic pairings within the group!) I write in Canadian English, so some of my spellings may seem incorrect to those who are familiar with American English! (Colour instead of color, etc) What about content warnings? This book contains content some may be uncomfortable reading: omega experimentation, non consensual medical procedures, human trafficking, attempted sexual assault (not by a love interest), suicide and the trauma surrounding a loved one committing suicide To a lesser extent, we’ve also got: violence, panic/anxiety attacks, mentions of potential forced impregnation, PTSD, grief And for spicy sexual content, there’s: sleep play between consenting adults, cock warming, a little bit of dom fun, almost-public spicy times While I try to make my content warnings as complete as possible, there may be some things that I’ve missed. If you need more information on whether a specific trigger is mentioned, or if you have anything I should add to my list here, please contact me at [email protected] Warnings for all my books also live at: www.olivialewin.com/contentwarnings ONE TWO It had never been this loud at the Centre. Typically, it was quiet. Eerie, even. Only the gentle beeping of machines to indicate stable life and the electric hum of the building itself, keeping everything running. People spoke in soft voices, keeping their conversations private. There was the occasional clatter when someone dropped a food tray or lost their temper, but nothing as intense as what was happening around me now. Gunshots rang out, pinging against the metal tables and equipment in the sterile cafeteria. I was crouched behind the food counter where I’d been divvying out today’s meals, trying to figure out where it was all coming from. Twelve was perched beside me, her green eyes blown wide open and her hands clutching my arm. She was new and hadn’t been taught the emergency procedures. I’d had to go through them time and time again in my six years here. Though, never with quite this much violence. Tugging my arm from her grasp, I fought the burgeoning migraine and tried to find the source of the gunfire. There were a couple of different sources, based on the angle of bullets. One was at the back entrance to the kitchen, while another stood in the cafeteria itself. I couldn’t be certain what or who they were trying to shoot. Us? Possibly. Some of the doctors were in here too, though, shooting back. Dr. Wayford held a semi-automatic weapon in his hands, his aura pulsing as he tried to take out whomever the intruders were. “Two, should we—” I cut Twelve off with a silent wave of my hand. If she didn’t shut up, we’d never be able to follow the proper procedures. She placed a hand on my back, the touch clearly doing something to comfort her, and I stifled a sigh and allowed it this time. The poor girl wouldn’t get herself out without being shot, and she was only sixteen. When the gunfire waned, I got onto my hands and knees and began to crawl through the mess of torn up paper plates and fallen kitchen implements. There was no glass for us to worry about. Glass plates were considered too much of a hazard. Someone had broken one once and used the pieces to slice through the carotid artery of one of the nurses. Personally, if I’d been desperate enough to manufacture a weapon, I would have slit my own wrists. A quick death was better than whatever fate Four had ultimately suffered. None of us were certain what the Centre had done, but we never saw her again. Nor did we ever see another glass plate. “Two…” I looked over my shoulder and used a hand to gesture her forward, unsure of why she insisted on being so loud. The intruders were going to find us by following the sound of her voice, if they hadn’t found us already by our scents. Omega perfume was especially sweet, and if it was alphas attacking us, they would be seeking it out. A couple more gunshots came from the hallway outside the cafeteria and she let out a yelp. At least it got her moving. We had to crawl over the body of Dr. Wayford, who hadn’t done a good job of killing any of the people attacking us. His gun still had half a magazine in it. I picked it up, ignoring the blood on the weapon, and slung it around my neck so it rested on my back. There would be stains on the thick, grey cotton fabric of the shirt I wore, which would be horrible to scrub away. Twelve was horrified, gagging at the state of his body. The door to the main hallway was a few feet away, but I avoided it and veered around the ovens and to the walk-in fridge. “Where are we going?” Twelve asked. My eyes shut in frustration as I fought the urge to leave her behind. Had I been this annoying when I’d been sixteen? By sixteen, I’d been here for a year, so I’d