Entangled Beta (Murder and Mayhem Omegaverse #2)

Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE

SASHA

I gaze out the window of my house—my childhood home. It technically sat on Nadia’s dad’s property, but when everything went to hell, she made sure it stayed mine. Signed it over to me, no questions asked. Said it always belonged to me anyway.

Outside, the tree branches sway gently in the breeze.

How in the hell do I tell the people I love most that I’m a murderer? Worse—I enjoy it.

It’s been almost a year since I killed that useless cunt, Lynnie. Almost three hundred and sixty-five days since I felt the belly flutter and pure euphoria as the blade sunk deep into her flesh, sliding in like butter. Watching the life slowly fade from her eyes was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced and nothing has come close to that feeling since.

The immense power I felt in that moment was something I had never encountered. With it came a wave of pride, knowing I had just done something meaningful for the world. Knowing I ended the life of someone responsible for making my best friend’s life a living hell. I crave more of that.

I thought it was going to be a one-and-done, adrenaline-fueled, revenge-type of thing. The act of avenging my best friend should have brought me peace, but somehow I remain stuck, unable to let go. The urge to do it again has been persistently eating at me. It just won’t go away, no matter how hard I try.

Spending time with Wulfe has made it worse, I think. Nadia’s son brings so much joy into my life, and I absolutely adore being Auntie Sasha. I don’t want him to have to go through what his daddies went through with his mom. His omega, or hell anyone he decides to be with, shouldn’t have to go through that.

Whenever I hold him, I can’t help but get lost in his mesmerizing blue-green eyes, filled with innocence and vulnerability. I’ll be damned if anyone even thinks about harming him like they did his momma. Nadia went through so much to be with her pack and thankfully, her demons didn’t break her, but they almost did. I don’t want that for Wulfe.

Nadia’s men have been working tirelessly to track Joey’s actions and contacts since he’s been dead. So far, they’ve been able to provide answers to eleven families about their missing daughters or sisters. The heartbreak never lessens, yet knowing they’re receiving closure and not left wondering makes it a little easier and all worthwhile.

My best friend and I have our own mission and it’s bigger than both of us, but we’re determined. We need to get rid of the Foundation. Despite the lack of tangible proof or witnesses, all signs and information point to Tom as the head of the snake.

Tom harbors his own dirty truths that we’re determined to unveil, and it’s clear he ignores his agents’ wrongdoings. He worked hard to protect Joey. We just need solid evidence so we can take him down or out. The desire to end his life rushes through me, a secret I’ve yet to share.

There are still six missing omegas we haven’t been able to prove Joey murdered. There were no bodies left behind, and there was no evidence to suggest that they had ever been there. We know from Cassia that he was getting reckless toward the end, but we can’t figure out where the bodies are. From what she overheard, Joey would also take, abuse, and kill betas. Which means there are even more families we need to bring closure to.

Someone was helping him, but who? My mind keeps circling back to Joey’s cousin, who the police brought in for questioning but ultimately released. Levi is digging deeper into him, but there has been no news yet, and my patience is wearing thin. He should’ve found something by now.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Levi’s arms wrap around my waist, and I gasp before my body relaxes into him. He kisses and gently nibbles on my neck, sending waves of pleasure through my body. “I was calling your name, Brat. What’s got you lost in thought?”

I spin in his arms, lifting my gaze to his. Instantly captivated by his long, golden hair and warm, caramel eyes. “I’m not ready to tell you yet,” I confess, feeling my cheeks flush.

“You can tell me anything, Babe. You know that, no judgment from me, ever. Whatever it is, we’ll deal with it. I know you’re not ready to believe it, but you’re it for me.”

My heart beats faster, and my pussy gushes, soaking my panties. Damn him and his smooth talking. My coconut and lime smell strengthens a bit, forcing Levi to groan. “Damn, Baby, you may not be an omega, and I’ve never wanted you to be one, but fuck, you smell delicious. I’m fighting the urge to fall to my knees and show you how much I love you.”

While, as a beta, I should be scent free, by some weird quirk of biology I’ve always smelled like a damn cocktail.

Urges—it seems we both have them, just on different ends of the spectrum. Mine could land me on death row and his will give me nothing but pure bliss.

I love this man more than I’d like to admit. He lives here in the house with me instead of at the clubhouse, but I’m still not ready to fuck him. We’ve known each other and been messing around for a while now. We admitted it was more than a hookup, like ten months ago, but I’m not ready to give him my virginity. And he’s never pushed. He’s not how you would expect a biker to be.

I’ve had my fair share of flings with guys, but I’ve never crossed that final line. I just can’t get the inkling of doubt out of my head that if an omega came around, I’d be pushed aside like chopped liver. Maybe it’s why I haven’t gone all the way with him. Fear of being tossed to the curb when he finds his omega.

He’s an alpha. They want omegas who can take their knots and cater to their alpha’s nature more than I, as a beta, ever could.

I giggle, rubbing my cunt against his very hard cock, feeling the delicious friction as he grinds against me.

“Sasha,” he groans, giving my nose a playful nip with his teeth. “Tell me, what has you lookin’ all worried? Please?”

“Promise you won’t think less of me or call the cops?” My stomach somersaults as I push away from him and sit on the bed, playing with my hands in my lap.

“Brat, I’d never call the cops, period. They’re useless. I’m an officer in a fuckin’ motorcycle club that the cops are scared of, and you think I’m gonna think less of ya?” He crosses the room, dropping to his knees between my legs, and looks at me. “Please, Baby. Let me help you.”

I pull a deep breath in, feeling the cool air fill my lungs, before blowing out, preparing myself for what I’m about to admit out loud. “You know how in the basement at Nadia’s I lost my shit and killed Lynnie?”

“Yeah.” He quirks a brow at me.

“I liked it. A lot. In fact, I can’t stop thinking about it and how I want to do it again.” I look at him, but his face is devoid of all emotion. “I pretty much want to be a fucking serial killer, Levi.”

He stays quiet, his eyes locked onto mine.

“Say something!”