Page 10 of Shattered Omega

It wasn’t a good thing.

Not at all.

And I was definitely a really, really bad omega if it made me all warm and fuzzy inside that two of my favourite alphas were fighting over me.

Oh, and Dusk knew it, too. He was awake, and he had just caught me peeking.

We needed to be serious this morning. We probably had a lot to talk about, and plan.

But Ransom’s hand trailed down my arm, and his scent was still furious. There was another low, warning growl from Umbra that vibrated up my spine.

I snuggled desperately under his arm so Dusk wouldn’t spot me smiling. I’d definitely be in trouble for that.

How did Umbra know what Ransom was doing? Was it just instinct, or was he awake like me?

Ransom’s cool forest lily of the valley spiked with downright indignance and I dared to peek again to see him scowling.

Absolutely unable to help myself, I pressed back against Umbra, shifting against his huge, warm body. He drew me closer, his growl shifting to a purr for the briefest moment.

Wrong move.

Ransom let out his own growl, fingers closing around Umbra’s wrist, ready to tug me free.

One beat passed, in which Umbra went absolutely still—perhaps waking up. Then he rolled just enough to tuck me beneath him, and his aura split the air as he launched over me completely, sandstorm eyes vicious as he reached for Ransom.

Oh…

Okay.

Well… shit.

Ransom’s aura flared in response, but it faltered against Umbra’s overwhelming force. In a swift, predatory movement, Umbra locked his grip around Ransom’s throat as he pinned him against the mattress beneath the sheer mass of his body.

I was left by myself, deposited on my front and I pushed myself up frantically, sweeping my hair out of my face to see what was happening.

“Fuck… you!” Ransom’s voice sounded choked, and his fingers gripped Umbra’s forearm to no avail. “You don’t get to hog her!” In a surge of fury, he jerked his head forward, smashing his forehead into Umbra’s nose. With what looked like every bit of his strength, Ransom twisted, using Umbra’s disorientation to his advantage and threw his full weight against him. To my utter shock, they both went tumbling over the bed’s far edge, bodies tangled amidst limbs, and debris and furious snarls cut through the air.

Oh… dear.

They were actually fighting.

I met Dusk’s startled yellow eyes for half a beat, then scrambled over the mess of bedding to see them both wrestling across the mess-strewn floor.

This was very bad.

So bad.

Mostly because I could feel the heat crawling up my neck as I watched them crash over debris and mess with wide eyes.

Control your excitement, you horrible omega. What if they got scratched by all the splinters?

It would be my fault.

But why was it so hot?

Neither of them were upset through the bond, though. Not actually upset. In fact, what I was getting from them wasn’t negative at all. Both seemed caught in a thrill that buried the undercurrent of darkness lurking in the pack bond since the moment we had seen the apartment last night.

“You aren’t even trying to settle them, are you?” Dusk’s voice, a soft murmur against my ear, startled me, sending a shiver down my spine. I attempted to whirl to face him only for his grip to catch a hold of my hair and crush my cheek against the sheets.

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