The Vampire's Last Omega

Final Battle: Part 2

Moving the army's location was tricky in the beginning. The silver bullets had slowed them, but once the first wave of gun-wielding soldiers was wiped out, it was easy.

Perhaps a little too easy.

Kieran punched through a vampire's chest, clenching his heart. The soldier screamed and thrashed, but couldn't flee.

He paused mid-kill, still gripping the pitiful heart in his hand. Blood streamed down his arm. Kieran looked at the struggling soldier trying to get away. Except, Kieran wasn't actually looking at him, but lost in the connection that bound him and Teru together. His omega felt overwhelmed and startled.

"What's up?" Blaise said from behind, with barely a scratch on him. Blood dyed his platinum blonde hair, dripping red droplets from the tips.

"Teru."

Nothing else needed to be said. Blaise glanced in the direction where the entrance gate was, knowing something had gone awry from his carefully calculated plan. Kieran squeezed and juiced the heart like a grapefruit, watching the life quickly fizzle from the soldier's eyes. Blaise held out a somehow-clean handkerchief to Kieran, who took it and cleaned off his sullied hands that had taken hundreds of lives so early in the morning. A quick look around him showed most of the army had been eliminated, with only a few stragglers left to defend their king or had abandoned their post.

Speaking of Abaddon...

"Where is he?"

"The bastard left minutes ago," Charles told them, speeding in from the side. His shoulders trembled with every breath, twitching with wrath. "Tristan is gone, too. That piece of shit did little to aid us. Who's side is he on?"

The three sisters were nearby, waiting for their next order. Ashantee examined her manicured nails, wearing jewelry and shiny weapons that hung from her waist belt. She definitely did not have those when arriving earlier; the spoils of war. Koko had bags under her eyes, dying to get some shuteye. Blood was smeared on Sofia's mouth. She had drunk from her victims for any unique tastes.

Minutes. That's more than enough time to make the next move.

When the sunrise finally rose over the skyline, the yellow shade lit up the gory ocean of bodies. With it, Kieran felt a looming darkness that would be challenging to escape from, even with a mate's help.

Sleep. This is too much. The cry in his head was gentle, unlike his inner alpha. He could tell Teru wanted to go against it, not to drop. It should've amazed Kieran to experience Teru's real-time thoughts. The phenomenon was unheard of, but who knew for destined pairs? They were breaking every law of nature, anyway.

Rather, hearing the soothing whisper turned his world upside down.

Teru's own omega was a threat.

"Kieran?!" Charles shouted in surprise when he suddenly sped away, not explaining. They followed him, staying close.

The streets were overcrowded, much to Kieran's aggravation. The earthquakes were at a standstill and the locust beasts had finished killing off most of the targeted sinners. This made it the perfect time to evacuate. The remaining humans and vampires limped, crawled, and helped each other to the only gate leading in and out of New York City; collar color didn't matter. As Kieran rushed through the sea of people, he felt helpless when he sensed Teru sinking further, but not completely. Something had thrown a life preserver at Teru, helping him drift on the surface. Kieran needed to thank whoever was delaying the omega drop-

He saw the gate in the distance. The citizens could not walk through because it had been closed, making the foot traffic more congested. The guards who were in charge of the entrance had gone to support their king. Instead of demanding to be let out, they ran to the other intact buildings to hide from the black military hybrid Jeep.