An omega on the run will show this alpha general the truth can heal...
I’ve been accused of treason against the Kingdom of Luxoria. Not only is the king looking for me, but the rebel army has also put a bounty on my head. Problem is, I didn’t do it.
Solen promises he can keep me safe. He knows I’d never betray a secret. I’ve kept his for years. It wasn’t just for honor. He’s my mate. Can I show this merciless soldier that compassion will bring our city peace, and that embracing his true nature will make him stronger?
His Outlaw Omega
THE ROYAL OMEGAS
Book Five
By
P. Jameson
Kristen Strassel
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His Outlaw Omega
Copyright © 2020 by P. Jameson and Kristen Strassel
First electronic publication: May 2020
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Solen
Chapter One
If anyone had told me I’d be here, locked in my home, alone with an omega female… I would have said they were crazy. Reality however, has a way of making the craziest of circumstances possible, and my entire life was a you can’t make this shit up scenario. So who was I to be surprised at finding myself in this position?
Back and forth, back and forth. Ashla was a small female, delicate even. But her pacing seemed like thunder instead of the soft swish that it should have been while wearing a pair of my socks.
“Woman, settle,” I grumbled for the third and what had better be the final time.
“I think better on my feet.” Her voice was a low murmur, as though she was distracted.
“There is nothing for you to think about. Not for tonight anyway.”
“Are you sure it’s safe here?” she asked again. I’d lost count of how many times.
“We wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t.”
“But how can you be sure? People want me dead. What will keep them from finding me and doing whatever they want with me?”
I raised an eyebrow because wasn’t it obvious what would keep them from her?
Me, that’s what.
Did she even realize how she injured my pride? Maybe that was her goal. After all, she knew my biggest secret. The truth about me that only one other person in the world knew. The thing that could have me stripped of my title and imprisoned. Or worse, punished by death.
Ashla knew the truth, yet she kept it to herself.
For that, I would protect her.
Ashla, as unassuming as she was, had worked in the royal armory before King Adalai abolished The Division, a law that kept the lowest shifter class segregated to the outskirts of the royal city of Luxoria. The armory was under heavy security and few knew how to breach it. Ashla was one. So when the beta resistance was able to break in and steal entire caches of weapons to use against the King Alpha, many believed she was to blame.
I knew they were wrong.
Not because Ashla was too kind-hearted to do such a thing. I’d seen her fight in battle. I had witnessed her protecting her friends when they needed her. She could be ruthless when the situation warranted it, but she wasn’t a traitor.
A traitor like you. The animal inside never missed an opportunity to remind me where I went wrong in life.
I pushed the words out of my mind and focused on the female. She kept secrets. Mine and probably lots of others. But she would never betray her friends, and especially not the queen.
Ashla wasn’t responsible for the armory break in.
When I found her in her wolf form, running for her life in the riotous city streets, I brought her here because it was a safe place to hide until we could find out exactly who was responsible. Now she’d shifted, was dressed in my clothes, and refused to rest like I demanded.
I let a growl roll up my throat, hoping to make her stop the back and forth. It did, for a moment, as her gaze skated to me.
“Did you hear that?”
I frowned, opening my mouth to tell her she was too jumpy. But she shushed me before even a syllable left my lips.
She marched over to the steel shutters that covered the front windows. They were locked into place with my security code. No one could break it. Not without a scan of my retina. Pressing her ear to the metal, she listened.
For what?
Maybe she was losing sense. Maybe the stress of castle life and the responsibility of being one of the queen’s court was getting to her. And now being blamed for the armory break in? It was enough to make a female crack, wasn’t it? Especially an omega.
Her breath stalled for several moments before her eyes went wide and she jerked back from the shutters.
“They’re coming,” she rasped. “Someone is coming.”
“Nonsense,” I snapped.
Ashla ignored me, her gaze moving around the room as if surveying exactly how she would protect herself in the event of an attack. “I need a weapon.”
I was losing patience. “You’re being ridiculous. I promised I’d protect you.”
Her blue
