Troy
The Boundarylands Omegaverse
Callie Rhodes
Contents
Troy
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
Troy Book 5 in The Boundarylands Omegaverse Series
Alone and untouched, she’s an alpha’s perfect prey.
No woman willingly travels to the Boundarylands.
It’s where they are—the Alphas.
Faith has come to the Boundarylands looking for her sister—one she thought died years ago. She’ll do anything in order to bring her sister home…even take down the massive alpha who threatens to stand between Faith and the only family she has left.
But the massive devil isn’t afraid of Faith or her rifle. He wants something from her—something dark and primal. He craves to know if she shares her sister’s omega nature…and he knows his touch can bring her true essence to life.
Omegas may be rare, but every woman knows their fates are hellish—held captive, broken, mated, knotted, and bred. Faith is sure she would rather die than be one herself…but that certainty fades the moment she feels the heat of her alpha’s touch.
Chapter One
Faith Johansen's heart hammered as she slipped through the automatic glass doors into the town library.
The second she was inside, Faith raced over to the tinted windows—the ones that had seemed almost black from the outside—and peered up and down the street.
She didn't see anyone she recognized. Not her mother or father. Not any of her four siblings. No one from the church. It looked like she'd managed to enter the library without being seen by anyone who mattered.
Thank God.
Faith should have been reassured, but for some reason, her pulse refused to slow down. Her hands still shook, and her knees still wobbled.
That didn't bode well for the rest of her plan. How the hell was she going to save her sister if it took every ounce of her courage just to sneak away from her family long enough to visit the library?
One problem at a time, she reminded herself.
And right now the main problem she had to deal with was a lack of time.
Faith's father came into town once every two weeks to buy food and fill up on gas. But every few months, the whole family packed into the van and helped restock other essentials for the household.
Right now, Faith's mother was at the fabric store with her sisters, and her father and brothers were at the feed store, loading up the trailer with seed and hay.
Faith was supposed to be at the plant nursery around the corner, picking out bulbs to plant for when spring came around…but instead, she was hiding in the foyer of the library, peeking out the window like a fugitive, and struggling to catch her breath.
If she was really going to do this, she needed to be quick. Faith figured that she only had a few minutes—fifteen at most—to finish up here before someone came looking for her.
Even though Faith was technically an adult—and engaged to be married, at that—her parents were leery of leaving her alone, especially in public.
"It's not you we're worried about, darling," her mother had told her once. "It's the rest of this evil world. No one out there can be trusted. The men you see may look harmless, but they are like wolves, just waiting to corrupt someone as pure as you."
But Faith knew that her parents were wrong.
No one had to lure Faith into the library today. She'd come on her own, helpless against the sin of her own curiosity…and her lust for righteous vengeance.
Taking one more deep breath, Faith retreated from the window into the cozy seating area. She scanned the floor of the library, the long aisles of bookshelves, the desks where people tapped away at computers or read, the librarians pushing carts and returning books to their places.
Faith had passed by the building countless times, but she'd never been inside before. Neither her parents nor the leaders of their church approved of libraries, believing that the free distribution of ideas without oversight was the work of the devil.
"God tells us all we need to know," her father often said. "Impure men who do not follow Him will pervert the truth with ego and self will."
Faith didn't know if her father's beliefs were true or not. All she knew was that the same man who spoke those words had been lying to her for years.
She hurried over to the large square desk in the center of the room with the word Information printed in large letters on the side.
"Can I help you?" an older man in a plaid vest asked.
Faith nodded timidly. "Is there any way that you can help me find a newspaper article from a few months ago?"
The man nodded and smiled—a genuine smile that suggested deep reserves of kindness. "Of course," he said. "Come with me."
The man led her to a row of computers along the far wall. More than a few people turned their heads to look at Faith as she passed, and she could feel their curious gazes following her.
Faith knew they were staring at her plain blue and white dress, its skirt reaching almost to the floor, its neckline coming up to meet her throat. Along with her long, straight corn-silk hair, her clothing marked her as a member of the Church of the Beta Way.
Faith was accustomed to being gawked at when out in public. Every member of her church experienced the same thing. The pastor said it was because the people who lived in town were sinners, and either hated them because of their pious ways or envied them because of their virtue.
Faith had a feeling that the reason people stared was far simpler than that. In this modern world with its constant bids for people's attention, its screens and videos and bright colors and flashing lights, her plainness made her stand out—and people couldn't help staring at things that were different.
Usually, Faith didn't mind this sort of attention, but today it made her uneasy
