Claimed Omega

Claimed Omega KNOT MY PACK OMEGAVERSE LIORA ROSE Claimed Omega © Copyright 2023 Liora Rose All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing of the author, except for use of brief quotations in a book review. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. For permission contact: [email protected] Cover Design: Bookin It Designs Editing: Personal Touch Editing Contents Claimed Omega Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Epilogue About Liora Rose Books By Liora Rose Claimed Omega Fighting for my own life may mean losing the men I love… …men who I dared hope loved me too. I’m barely free from my father’s deadly grasp when my alphas’ pasts rise up to threaten us all. And I’m left wondering if I even know the men I’ve fought with and for. Can I trust them? Are they really mine? I once thought I knew the answers, but now I’m not so sure - I’m really not sure of anything. Except the hard, cold, deadly truth of our situation - two mafia families have painted targets on all our backs, and they’re out for blood. And if I know the families, and I do, they’ll have that blood no matter the cost. I won’t lie. I’m scared. Scared to my bones of losing the men I’ve fallen for, of losing myself in them. It will take a deal with a devil to pull this off. Lucky for me, I just happen to know three of them… One TRINITY “The fucking Matteis empire is mine!” Axel roared louder as if we didn’t hear the idiot the first time. Still, I shuddered at his words, at the clash of the two guards fighting with Viper and Aspen, at Shadow flat on the floor bleeding to death. I kept wiping my tears with the edge of my shoulder while my hands pressed down on the wound in his chest. My insides turned to liquid while agony burned through my chest and pierced my heart as I watched Shadow growing weaker, groaning with pain, and I couldn’t do a thing about it. My pulse raced through my veins that I’d lose him like this, and I struggled for breath. Jet black hair stuck to the sides of his face from perspiration and blood. His face was pale, and he looked so lost. This powerful man wasn’t supposed to be on the floor, suffering like this. “Hold on, Shadow. I’ll get you help very soon.” I jerked my head up to the chaos consuming the room. We’d come to speak with Shadow’s great-grandfather at his mansion after he asked for our audience, but I didn’t expect Shadow’s cousin, Axel, to kill the old man. I stared at him… Don, the mafia boss of the Shchavlev family, sprawled face down on the floor of his study with a knife sticking out from his back, blood soaking into his suit jacket. The big man so many feared had been taken out by one of his own in a heartbeat. Nothing was secure in this world. The higher you rose, the more people wanted to tear you down and take your place. Cruelty lived in most people’s hearts rather than loyalty, but I felt no pity for men like him or my mafia leader. They could all go to Hell. My focus returned to Shadow, his piercing blue eyes locked on me, and it killed me to see his agony. Heartache roared through me like a tsunami, rising to the surface, and my tears fell quicker, no matter how much I tried to blink them away. My throat thickened, but I couldn’t be weak in front of him. He needed to see me strong. His breaths grew raspy, and his hard jaw clenched. My gorgeous Alpha was fighting for his life. “Hold on,” I murmured. My chest was on fire with each inhale, but I kept placing pressure on his wound. Ripping off my blouse as I wore a tank top underneath, I bunched it up and frantically pressed it on his wound. I didn’t know much about gun wounds, but I knew enough to stop the bleeding before I lost him. My hands were shaking furiously. Shit, we should have known our visit to his mafia family would backfire. We shouldn’t have come. I glanced over my shoulder to see the men were still fighting. And wait, was Axel wiping the hilt of his knife on Don’s back. Fury rose through me as it was clear what he was going to do. I moved to get up, to stop him, to do something, but Shadow snatched my arm, his grip weak. Leaning forward, I whispered with a trembling voice, “You’re going to be okay, I promise. Even if I must take out the bullet myself and stitch you back up, I am not letting you die on me. No way is my Alpha dying on me.” Desperation moved through me, hungry and sharp, tearing at my chest. “We need a doctor,” I called out, unsure who heard me, but panic was coming over me like wildfire, destroying me. I wiped the perspiration running down the side of his face, every inch of me shaking harder. “Trinity,” he croaked, his eyes flaring open as he groaned in pain, attempting to push himself upright, then collapsing with a growl. “Don’t move,” I pleaded, my forced smile wavering. I couldn’t hold it together. “We have to stop the bleeding.” Someone suddenly grabbed me brutishly by the back of my neck, fingers squeezing tightly, and ripped