Page 105 of Shattered Omega

Mord was cautious as he tugged me forward. One step, then another down the hall. I could hear nothing but silence around us.

And then I caught it. The faintest trace of a cool forest, of raindrops in the early morning.

Lily of the valley.

An aura exploded into the hallway, an invisible energy that was thick in the air as Ransom moved faster than I had ever seen.

Mord managed, just, to trigger his aura before he was rammed into the concrete wall with a crack.

I staggered back, eyes wide, seeing Mord’s gun clatter to the floor on the other side of them.

“R-Ransom.”

No…

There was something wrong. His eyes were wild, pupils constricted, lips drawn in a snarl.

Mord tried to grapple free but failed, leaving Ransom open to close a fist around his neck. Mord was huge, but Ransom was…

“No!” I dared a step closer before he turned on me, a warning growl in his throat. The movement gave Mord the opening he needed to slip from Ransom’s grip. And I saw his eyes again.

There was almost no one left in there.

My chest was tight, terror choking me as I was forced back another step.

He couldn’t be.

Would I be able to pull him back?

The fight was much closer this time—now Ransom teetered on the edge of going feral once more.

RANSOM

Mord slipped from my grip too fast, always seeming able to use my momentum against me. For an alpha his size, he was able to play defence too well.

I tried again to seize him, knowing all I needed was a good hold and my aura would be enough, but he ducked my fist. Next thing I knew, my arm was behind my back and I was pinned to the wall. The leverage was too much, even with the strength difference.

No.

It was happening again.

Mord’s low growl sounded at my back as I struggled against his grip. But I couldn’t let him win this time. I couldn’t fail her.

Yet, I was never enough. Always, a burden. To Dusk and Umbra, for years—and now a failure. My omega had been taken from me, slipping through my fingers like water.

I could feel her fear at last. She’d opened her side of the bond and had lit among us like a beacon, terror and desperation.

I didn’t dare look. Last I’d seen, she’d stumbled back, hitting the floor and scrambling out of the way.

I would never let her get hurt, though.

Not after I’d given up everything.

No…

Not everything.

Not yet.

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