Who we are, p.1
Who We Are, page 1
part #4 of Collapse of the Premium Designation Series
WHO WE ARE
The Torn Omega Duet book 2
Y.V. LARSON
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Editor – Scarlett Chase from Scarlett Pen Edits
Alpha Readers – Angelica Heitbrink, Patricia Conway, Brandi Augustine, Erica Cooke
Character Art - ART by ALEKSA
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TRIGGER WARNINGS
I’m so thrilled you’re here!
Please check your triggers. Your mental health is important to me.
This book is intended for a mature audience of 18+.
Sexual content, swearing, depression, anxiety, trauma responses, nightmares, grief of a lost loved one, estranged familial relations, eating disorder, mentions of possible suicidal ideation, references to childhood emotional neglect, references to captivity and brainwashing, kidnapping, physical assault, guns, violence, death (not of main characters), torture, vehicular accident, hospitalization, omega trafficking, and violence.
I’ll add a few more details in the Author's Note.
If you need a more detailed list, don’t hesitate to reach out via email or social media.
Email: YVLarson92@gmail.com
AUTHOR’S NOTE
POSSIBLE SPOILERS
If you are still with me, then there are a few details I would like to add!
There are many names of family members and friends used in this book. Please refer to the back for pack family trees if you have any questions! Pack Family Trees I did my best to only make a few extra of them a vital part of the story, so as not to lose you, but this is an interconnected series, meaning people will pop in and out from the first duet.
The Torn Omega duet is set in an alternate universe many of you may be familiar with: Omegaverse! There will be no shifting.
I have been so excited to try my hand with this genre, so let me tell you a bit about my version. Alphas, betas, and omegas do not share this world with humans but live similarly to us with a twist! Equality amongst designations is a pillar of their government, but like in the real world, life isn’t that simple. Radicals/rebels in my OV are the bad guys seeking to tear apart the equality society is built on.
You will find their world to be a mirror of ours, but instead of humans, they are alphas with yummy knots and growly tempers, betas with a soothing presence, and omegas with tantalizing scents and heats to match.
Also!
This is an MMMFM (AABOA) Omegaverse romance, meaning three of our guys (two alphas and one beta) are in a romantic relationship as well.
Finally, I would like to issue a warning in advance. Book two will be much darker than book one before this pack reaches their HEA.
As always, remember, everyone is different and responds to life in unique and individual ways. Happy reading!
CONTENTS
The Invisible Omega duet Recap
Prologue
1. Amaya
2. Vincent
3. Amaya
4. Oliver
5. Amaya
6. Emmett
7. Amaya
8. Samuel
9. Amaya
10. Vincent
11. Oliver
12. Amaya
13. Emmett
14. Amaya
15. Samuel
16. Amaya
17. Vincent
18. Amaya
19. Oliver
20. Amaya
21. Emmett
22. Amaya
23. Samuel
24. Amaya
25. Paul
26. Vincent
27. Amaya
28. Oliver
29. Amaya
30. Emmett
31. Samuel
32. Amaya
33. Vincent
34. Amaya
35. Vincent
36. Paul
37. Amaya
38. Oliver
39. Amaya
40. Emmett
41. Amaya
42. Vincent
43. Amaya
44. Samuel
45. Emmett
46. Oliver
47. Vincent
48. Amaya
49. Paul
50. Emmett
51. Amaya
52. Samuel
53. Oliver
54. Amaya
55. Vincent
56. Amaya
57. Emmett
58. Amaya
59. Oliver
60. Samuel
61. Amaya
62. Amaya
63. Vincent
64. Amaya
65. Oliver
66. Paul
67. Amaya
68. Emmett
69. Samuel
70. Amaya
71. Vincent
72. Amaya
73. Amaya
Epilogue
Amaya’s Pack (Spoiler warning)
Freya’s Pack (Spoiler warning for the Torn Omega duet)
Kate’s Pack (Spoiler warning for the Torn Omega Duet)
Coming Soon
Also by Y.V. Larson
Stalk Me!
Acknowledgments
About the Author
THE INVISIBLE OMEGA DUET RECAP
While you don’t need to read The Invisible Omega duet to understand what is going on in Amaya’s story, there will be many references to the horrors our FMC experienced at the designation academy.
If you would like a bit more background on this school from hell, please proceed.
SPOILERS AHEAD!
The Premium Designation Academy hadn’t been open for more than a few years when Amaya attended her freshman year. Attendance at this academy was NOT consensual for omegas. They were PURCHASED and dragged from everything they knew and held dear.
Forced into submission and smothering their instincts, these kids detached from their omega sides, leaving them vulnerable and malleable to the horrific experiments running in the dark underbelly of the academy. Descenting, weight checks, isolation, controlled food consumption, forbidden nesting, cameras, testing and drugged heats. The “scientists” broke the omegas in ways unknown to the betas and alphas on campus.
While they groomed the omegas to follow every command of a beta and alpha, they taught the other students they were above the omegas.
Brainwashing, abuse, lies, and missing persons reports with whispers of omega trafficking… The Premium Designation Academy was the worst place for an omega to be. Until a teacher never came home, but that’s Freya’s story. Amaya’s duet takes place after the collapse of the academy, featuring her healing journey and answering questions left unanswered from the first duet.
PROLOGUE
SAMUEL
"EMMETT!"
Jolting upright in my favorite chair, I'm shocked to find my heart already beating out of my chest. In my mind, my alpha paces like a caged animal, but I'm wary to let him out without reason.
"WAKE UP!"
"WHAT?! WHAT IS IT?!" Emmett's shout follows Oliver's panicked screeching upstairs.
The bond, which was peaceful if not a little anxious when I passed out in the living room, is now trembling with fear. I thought they were fucking sleeping. Wide awake now, I'm worried I won't be able to keep my feral half in control if I don't get an explanation soon.
Thundering down the stairs alerts me to their presence before their bare chests and haphazard put together selves are rushing for the front door. I'm on my feet in a flash and following without stopping for my shoes.
I can't hold in my confusion as the cool night air slaps me in the face and the pounding in my chest threatens to steal the air from my lungs. "What's going on?!"
My packmates don't even spare me a glance and bolt across the lawn without care for each other too, it seems. The streetlamps cast shadows around our sprinting bodies on the street below us.
"Vincent!" Oliver cries a few yards ahead.
I'm almost to the sidewalk when I realize the shadows aren't playing tricks on me; shrapnel, two shattered mirrors, a leather seat, and ice cream litter the asphalt on the corner of our road.
My little brother crashes to his knees, ripping open his gray sweatpants and scraping his skin without thought. I stumble my way to them, my throat closing over at the sight before me. Oli chokes on a gasp while I can't seem to catch a breath.
"Oh my god," Emmett breaths, coming to a stop beside me. "
My friend vibrates with terror while his beta clutches an unconscious, bloody Vincent to his heaving chest. Digging into my jeans, I do my best to soothe Emmett. "Em, I have mine. Help Oliver, make sure Vince is breathing. Roll him onto his side. Fuck," I mutter, my emotions battering against my breastbone make my knees buckle.
With nine-one-one dispatch on the line, I can't look away from the rise and fall of Vincent's chest. The alpha who's meant to be my brother in every way but blood. He's the one scent matched pack member who has never let our omega down.
Our omega.
An explosion of panic, far worse than I have ever known fires from every nerve ending. The need to make sure my mate is okay now rides every fucking thought and behavior. "AMAYA!"
My phone meets the ground, mixing in with the rest of the shattered pieces of Vincent's bike. Officers are on their way. Vincent is being watched over.
But who's watching over our omega?
1
AMAYA
Ialready know this is worse than the academy. No amount of isolation, weight checks, drugs, heats spent as an experiment or the rough handling of the enforcers at the Premium Designation Academy is going to come close to this next level of hell.
How do I know that?
Us omegas, we kept to ourselves. The academy even did their best to keep us from forming friendships, giving us no chance to really speak or band together. But now, waking up to the sounds of screams and cries of at least a dozen people, tells me everything is different. And not for the better.
No longer are our scents muted or are we being scolded for our loud desperate pleas. Our scents mingle in a cloud of rotten fear, each individual signature of an omega lost in the haze of this new form of torture.
Gone are the large isolation cells, morbid clinic rooms, and stingy dorms. Calling these new accommodations a cell would be generous and laughable. These are fucking cages. Cramped, unable to stretch out in any direction without poking through the bars.
Blinking through the stinging of my dry eyes, I see a few omegas kneeling and gripping the sides of their cages. Worn steel bars showcase claw marks of the poor souls who were here before us.
These mini torture devices aren't new. They've been used and reek of the turmoil left behind by their previous occupants. It's hard to focus on my own entrapment when the horror-stricken faces around me are the most terrifyingly animated things I've ever seen.
Over the past year I've started getting used to omegas showing their emotions, but the four years before rehab are hard to shake. We were meant to be quiet, submissive, and invisible. There was no room for our feelings in the midst of survival, especially once they trained it out of us.
My throat feels like sandpaper and tastes like I got water boarded with salt water. I can just taste the overwhelming undercurrent of sea water in the air. The humidity coating my skin in sweat does nothing to hydrate me, and the bottom of my cage is tucked too far away from the puddle in the middle of the large room.
Even if I wanted to reach for the water, I can't move. My head pounds to the beat of its own drum. I'm too numb to feel the anxiety making my heart race. I know it's there, but I'm adrift; floating on the silent bond I've sufficiently drowned in the abyss of disassociation.
As long as I don't feel, don't react, Vincent is safe from everything I'm about to suffer.
I used to hate how alone I was, especially after having so many people to love and spend time with. While that is true once again, I would rather feel this empty loneliness than subject my alpha to the torture only meant for me.
I’ll stay hollow and drown myself in the sea of my blue-eyed mate for as long as I can. I'll even find appreciation for the mockery of water in the air and use it to think of Vincent.
The ocean is beyond the stone wall at my back, I bet. I wonder if it's as blue as my alpha's eyes. Nothing beats the deep, beautiful, sparkling soul of my alpha, though.
'Alpha?'
As long as we are nothing, he will be okay.
'Protect alpha.'
"Protect alpha," I repeat in a hoarse whisper and drift off in the wave of my mate's love.
2
VINCENT
Amaya?
It's dark in here except for the random gold pulse. It beats like a heart and acts like a gentle hue for half a moment, not allowing me to see anything. My entire body feels numb, but with each pulse of gold, I feel her. Amaya. I'm not alone, even in this vast nothingness where her bond thumps through me.
"Amaya?" I croak, stumbling and trying to focus my gaze. With the next surge, I swear I hear her whispered voice. "Little mate?" I gasp and run forward without caring if I'm headed in the right direction.
"Alpha?" My omega's soft hum curls around me in a tired tone that sends the thundering in my chest even wilder.
A sputtered gasp falls from my lips. "Where are you, Omega?" Please, please, please, tell me.
Gold thrums across my vision. A soft vibration follows, feeling like her dainty purr. "It's going to be okay, alpha," she replies, her voice everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
"Why do you sound like that?" I snap. Amaya should never sound quiet and resigned, especially not in here–our bond, our tether. If I'm right, I'm stuck in the place between us. "Amaya, please, where are you?"
The gold pulses and holds a second longer than before. Then again. "Breathe, Vincent. Breathe with me."
I can't help but follow her direction and take quivering breaths with the soothing thump of our bond. My plea cracks. "Am-Amaya."
Another gentle vibration coils around me and presses on my chest. Fear of losing even just this hypothetical touch of my mate makes me grip at the pressure. Come on, where are you, little mate? I turn in circles, still seeing nothing but darkness and the dull hue of our bond pulsing around me.
"All you need to worry about is healing."
"What," I growl, "the fuck are you talking about?!"
On the final thump of the heartbeat of our bond, a tsunami of affection slams me right in the chest and surrounds the ache in my brain. Amaya's voice is a distant hum beyond the sparkling gold that blinds me. "I love you."
With a desperate lunge, I reach for my omega who doesn't seem to really be here anymore. "NO!" Instead of colliding with Amaya like I wished, I'm swept away in a wave of love and encouragement.
Gold turns to darkness once again.
"NO!"
Pain.
Not only did my shout feel like it ripped my vocal cords in half, but even the hoarse volume of it makes my head throb. Beyond the thundering in my skull, shrill beeps get louder and louder. Suddenly my dream comes rushing back to me.
"AMAYA!" No please, god no. Is it possible it was truly just a dream and the pulsing bond was the headache trying to force my eyes out of their sockets? Or did my omega shut me out in a burst of love?
Darkness still swallows me. Instead of a room, I'm trapped in something that feels like a scratchy coffin. Wrestling and writhing, I try to find the thump of my omega in my soul. Maybe I can drag her to the forefront so she's all I feel instead of the agony searing through every inch of my body.
My golden girl, come back. I plead and whimper, thrust and snarl. Nothing will keep me from my omega. Not the blinding pain, and definitely not the fucking numbness I feel in my soul.
It can't be true. "Come back!" My throat strains telling me my horrified begging was audible. She can't be gone. My omega can't leave me!
"OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES!"
"Jesus, Oliver!"
"What?! He's going to hurt himself if he doesn't snap out of it."
A hot touch burns my arm, instantly helping the struggling limb to relax. My face pinches, though, not wanting to be controlled. I have to fight for my omega. Nothing will stop me.
"Do what I do!"
"Sam, I don't think..."
A snarl. "Just touch him!"
Heat warms both my calves, my other arm and my forehead. Like a drug, the warmth seeps through the coffin holding me down, and instead of fighting it, I sink.
Amaya...no...have to bring her back.
"It's working." Awe laces the voice I've come to crave.
