Samson
The Boundarylands Omegaverse
Callie Rhodes
Contents
Samson
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
The Boundarylands Omegaverse Series
About the Author
Samson Book 3 in The Boundarylands Omegaverse Series
She can never be his omega, but she’s everything he craves.
No woman willingly travels to the Boundarylands.
It’s where they are—the Alphas.
They keep to themselves in the wilderness, and beta civilization knows to keep its distance. Especially beta women…for fear they may not be a beta after all.
The only way to know your true nature is to feel the touch of an Alpha. Omegas may be rare, but every woman knows their fates are hellish—held captive, broken, mated, knotted, and bred.
Cassidy is one of the few trusted betas in the Boundarylands, and maybe the one who knows them best. She’s spent years keeping her head down and studying their ways. But her submissive ways and mundane nature hasn’t stopped the biggest and baddest Alpha from noticing her.
Even though she’s no one special, Cassidy can’t deny the pull that draws her toward Samson. She might never be his omega, but that’s the benefit of being the biggest alpha in the pack—you can do whatever the hell you want.
Chapter One
"I don't think it was appropriate for Dr. Cheung to allow you on this research trip." Ian Wilkerson took his eyes off the road long enough to drive the point home with his trademark scowl.
Cassidy Carr rolled her eyes up to the ceiling of the mid-size sedan they were riding in. The one she'd picked up from the rental counter at the Sacramento Airport four hours ago. She rubbed her temples, trying to ease the ache that—not coincidently—had been pounding in her head for the same amount of time.
"You've made that pretty clear, Ian," she said, trying to keep her tone civil. The last thing she wanted to do was let her travel partner know how much he annoyed the living shit out of her. She was pretty sure that was his whole agenda. But Cassidy was a scientist, not an actress, and she could only bite her tongue so hard. "I heard you say it the first fifty times."
She'd deliberately turned away to gaze out the passenger window, but swore she could still feel him glaring at her.
"You don't have to be such a bitch about it," he said testily. "It's just my opinion."
Yes, Ian Wilkerson's opinions.
Ian had lots of those.
Cassidy knew all about them. So did everyone else in the sociology department who stopped to talk to Ian Wilkerson for more than half a minute.
Right up there with the strongest—that he was God's gift to the Alpha Studies graduate program—was the one about how Cassidy should have never been allowed into it. Then there was his opinion about how women shouldn't be allowed to cross into the Boundarylands, and that those who did should be considered deviant by society and subjected to psychological screening.
The trouble was that many of the departmental staff actually agreed with him.
All except their advisor, Dr. Cheung.
Cassidy had searched long and hard to find a graduate program in Alpha Studies that would even consider accepting a woman. Dr. Cheung was the first to see past her gender to the quality and thoroughness of her work.
And Cassidy had done her best not to let him down. During her time in the program, she'd worked her ass off, rising to the top of her class academically. Before she'd completed her first year of studies, Dr. Cheung had asked her to become his primary assistant. Since then, Cassidy had accompanied him on his many research trips to the Pacific Northwest Boundarylands.
That was the reason Ian's words were so infuriating.
This was her research trip. Not his.
This would be her seventh visit to the Boundarylands in the last sixteen months. Ian, on the other hand, had only visited the Southern Atlantic Boundarylands—and only once.
This was supposed to be Cassidy's first solo trip, her opportunity to prove that she was ready to become a full-fledged researcher—one who didn't need to be supervised.
But apparently, that was too much to ask. When word got out, the backlash was immediate and vicious. Nearly all of her colleagues and professors protested the idea of Cassidy making a research trip by herself, arguing it would open the university up to enormous legal and financial liability.
But Cassidy knew that their sole real concern was that women shouldn't be alone in the Boundarylands.
Even if that woman's beta nature had been tested and confirmed a dozen times over, and was only a couple months away from earning a whole slew of letters after her name.
Cassidy tried not to blame those who stood in her way. After all, very few betas, even those who'd been on the faculty for years, had ever visited the Boundarylands. Everything they knew about alpha law and culture came from outdated textbooks and biased news reports.
Beta society believed alphas to be snarling, primitive giants, only content when they were fighting or fucking.
But Cassidy knew that wasn't the case. Alphas were big, sure—stronger, faster, and far more powerful than any beta, male or female—but they were still people. Humans, with human emotions and needs.
The voices of those who knew the truth, however, were drowned out by more powerful voices peddling fear and conspiracy theories. These elements of beta society didn't want to focus on commonalities, preferring to exaggerate the differences in their natures—alphas' heightened senses, for instance, or their territorial instincts and predatory drive—instead of educating others about their fierce protectiveness, resilience, and self-reliance. About the bonds of brotherhood and the even stronger bond between alphas and their mates. About their capacity to love.
It was up to researchers like her to change that narrative. To highlight the shared humanity between the Boundarylands and the beta world.
This was Cassidy's passion. The work she had dreamed about doing since she first saw a photograph of the Boundarylands. The land was so wild, so beautiful. And the powerful men who
