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“Charles asked me to stay here, she said, rather than confronting Hosteen with his lie. "You aren't my Alpha-and even if you were, he can't make me do anything, either." She tappef herself in the chest with one of her needles and half sang, "Omega. Me." Dropping into her own voice she said, "As an Omega wolf, I don't have the urge to obey you. At all. Not even the tiniest bit. Don't worry, it makes the Merrick crazy too.”

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Dead Heat

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Patricia Briggs
Patricia Briggs

Patricia Briggs is an American author known for her works in the fantasy and science fiction genres. Born in 1965, she began publishing her works in 1993. Briggs' novels are celebrated for their complex characters and engaging plots. more

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“Think of trying to balance a pencil vertically on its tip. No matter how we try to balance the pencil, it usually falls down. In fact, it requires a fine-tuning of great precision to start the pencil balanced just right so it doesn’t fall over. Now try to balance the pencil on its tip so that it stays vertical not just for one second but for years! You see the enormous fine-tuning that is involved to get Omega to be 0.1 today. The slightest error in fine-tuning Omega would have created Omega vastly different from 1. So why is Omega so close to 1 day, when by rights it should be astronomically different?”

“Meg si voltò verso il suo obiettivo, ma il demone era sparito. Volatilizzato. «Sai, le persone normali non girano con così tante armi e se vedono qualcosa di così violento solitamente scappano.» Meg trasalì e si voltò con il cuore in gola, sentendo la sua voce provenire da dietro di sé. «E tu non sai che solo i vigliacchi attaccano alle spalle?» replicò invece di andare all’assalto, ponendo però l’arma tra di loro. Lui fece una smorfia nel tentativo mal riuscito di mascherare un sorriso. «Considerando che tra noi due sono io quello che si è ritrovato con un buco nello stomaco, direi che è lecito essere prudenti. E poi sono disarmato.» Meg fece saettare lo sguardo verso il suo addome esposto, visto che la maglietta gliel’aveva lacerata lei, ma non c’era nessun segno di ferita. Se non fosse stato per il sangue che gli imbrattava i vestiti avrebbe pensato di averlo mancato. «Vedi qualcosa di tuo gradimento?» le domandò con un sorriso appena un po’ malizioso. Meg intuì di essere arrossita, combattuta tra imbarazzo e ira. Scelse la seconda e tentando di colpirlo con la lama lo redarguì: «Non so come vanno le cose dalle tue parti, ma sappi che non puoi cercare di uccidere una ragazza e allo stesso tempo flirtare con lei!» «Qui l’unica che sta tentando di uccidermi sei tu! E ripetutamente anche!» ribatté lui, schivando i suoi attacchi.”

“As you standing there looking,pointing or judging your neighbour by his fall did you ever think about yours?cause I know that fall is for everyone who living and sent for purpose cause the message & you must be tested and you need to know how it strong it is,how big your master is.Think about this, who can believe and trust untested service? that means it unfinish peace of work while your master call himself by Alfa and Omega which is beginning and the End that is our Living God.”

“He doesn't know how lucky he is that I didn't come sooner to obliterate him until he was chunks of meat ground into the floor. It's only because I'm the bigger man and carry actual respect for pack hierarchy. You don't deserve disrespect, not when you're one of the most caring, intelligent, brave Omegas in the pack." He reached out tentatively to touch my cheek where tears had dampened it. His fingers were warm against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. "If he does a damn thing…Aria, I won't let him touch you again. We'll figure it out, okay? This isn't permanent." Without thinking about it, I leaned into him, seeking solace in his strength. He pulled me up to my feet, straightening me as I wobbled a bit. Unable to meet his concerned gaze, I swore under my breath. "Ugh, I'm a mess. I'm sorry. I just need a second." "Shh, it's no problem. You take your time. Don't worry about it or me." He wrapped his arms around me gently, pulling me close until we were chest-to-chest. I numbly wrapped my arms around his slightly squishy waist and nuzzled into him. The scent of his cologne wafted up, mingling with the earthy undertones of his natural musk. Each breath seemed like coming home. His scent was intoxicating, making my head spin with safety, comfort, joy. My nose filled with him. I had smelled him a million times, this was nothing new. But now? Something inside me unclenched, while at the same time, my cells twisted with a new emotion. Something deeper, darker, primal. An urge that unlocked inside me, twisting a sense of familiarity into something so much more. From hot tears to a cellular connection that quaked all the way down to the tips of my toes. My fingers spasmed around him. My mouth both dry and salivating as the same time. Was I losing my mind? Had I finally hit a mental breakdown?”

“Why don’t the alphas have to wear white?” she points out loudly, earning a disapproving look from my mother. “Why is it just the omega?” I scoff lightly. “Alphas aren’t expected to remain chaste, Jess,” I point out. “That’s all on me.” The nerves churn, a hint of nausea threatening as Jess grumbles. “That’s insane. Fuck the patriarchy!”