Found Omega

Found Omega KNOT MY PACK OMEGAVERSE LIORA ROSE Found 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 Found Omega Prologue 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 About Liora Rose Books By Liora Rose Found Omega I’m at the mercy of my enemy… …too bad he has none for an omega like me. The most dangerous man in the city plans to destroy me. And he’s making good on his dark promises, ripping me from my alphas, the only place I feel I belong. Now, tossed into a nightmare of my enemy’s making, my heart is broken. So is my hope. Which gets crushed even more at my enemy’s cruel hands when my three alphas attempt to rescue me and fail. Big time. It looks like it’s all over for me. But my alphas aren't giving up so easily. They'll stop at nothing to save me, even if it means risking everything. Only I can’t help but think the worst, that my sexy alphas might lose their lives trying to save mine. And it looks like I was right to fear the worst. I can’t bear to be the cause of their pain. But I am. I’m the reason all hell has broken loose and the reason it looks like we’re all doomed to a painful death and a final goodbye to all that might have been. Is it all over, is there any hope left among the ruins of our desperate plan to escape? Prologue SHADOW 10 Years Earlier Knowing someone wanted you dead was the hardest. Walking quickly through to a place where the enemy possibly waited, ready to lunge out when you least expected it, put me on edge. At sixteen, I’d faced my fair share of fights and always won. Otherwise, my father would kick the snot out of me, but this was different. We’d arrived in Liberty at night, risking discovery because my father had insisted we were on the safe side of the city. That no one would recognize we were from the Matteis family, considering we had no association with the Matteis mafia family. I still felt vulnerable, fear sliding over my skin as though we were being watched. Smog hung low in the air, the city appearing gloomy with a hint of rain. Cars raced down the road, storefronts buzzing with activity, and I kept staring at everyone we passed, expecting the worst. When a car suddenly backfired, the boom carrying through the chatter on the busy sidewalk, my father flinched. He frantically glanced over his shoulder, wearing the same scowl he offered me on too many occasions. Then he straightened, tugging on the collar of his jacket. “Stay close and hurry the hell up,” he snarled, with a harsh glare toward me. My father hated loud sounds. They made him jumpy and furious—usually directed at me. I found it easier to stay out of his way, so there were no explosive arguments. “You are going to love the cannoli, Shane,” my mom bragged, looking at me. “They serve the best outside of Sicily.” “Yeah, I can’t wait.” I gave her a smile. I could count on one hand the number of times we left the countryside and came to the heart of the city. Last time we were here was years ago. Father and I had argued. This time, I promised to bite my tongue for my mom’s sake. The least I could do was not argue on my birthday. A frigid wind raised the hair on the back of my nape on our fast walk as we dodged the crowds. I rubbed my arms as my father embraced Mom, their pace carving through the masses who were out late-night shopping. He kept her close, considering people around us were mostly male Alphas and Betas. Omegas like my mother were rare, but once they were marked by an Alpha, she was claimed, and by law, any other man who hurt her would be imprisoned. It didn’t stop them, the fuckheads, which was why Mom never went out alone. The dangers were too many. I often kept her company if she had to visit the shops, and kept her protected. We stopped in front of the quaint stone restaurant, windows open, Italian instrumental music streaming out, and fake ivy surrounding the doorway. A hefty man dressed in black pants and a matching button-up shirt that sat open wide at his throat spoke with my father. A quick exchange of money through a handshake, a slap on Dad’s back, and we were ushered inside. That was how Liberty worked. Anything or anyone could be bought if you had enough money. It was a broken city, divided into sectors, each ruled over by different gangs, but at the top of that hierarchy sat two mafia families, the Matteis and Shchavlev families. They controlled everything… another reason Dad had us living in the woods and as far from the danger as possible. “No guarantees we were safe,” he’d tell us. “So, better we live in the sticks than in the wolf’s den.” After all, my father was the grandson of one of the most dangerous man in Liberty. My great-grandfather was still the mafia kingpin of the Matteis family. I might be a Matteis by blood, but I had yet to