Page 110 of Shattered Omega

Mord’s cold eyes were fixed on us, and there was a strange curiosity in them. I heard Flynn’s words before the door slammed shut.

“He’s dead anyway. What’s the fucking difference?”

THIRTY-NINE

SHATTER

I couldn’t look through the glass to the other room. Couldn’t see them as this happened.

The metal of the table against my hip bones was jarring as Flynn crushed me against it. I shut my eyes as his fingers closed in my hair, painful as he dragged my neck to the side.

“I’m going to make the offer and you are going to accept it.”

“You’ll let them go?” I asked. It was just me and them in here. Mord was outside, and my mates… They were trapped on the other side, watching everything.

“What does it matter?”

“I d-don’t want anyone to die,” I stammered. “You won’t need them anymore.”

“He deserves to fucking pay,” Eric snarled. He was almost unrecognisable, with drying blood coating his chin and neck. “You’re going to accept the bond.”

“I need to know you’ll do it,” I stammered.

Flynn’s growl was low. Then the weight at my back was gone. I took a breath, sending a thousand prayers into the universe.

I shuddered as he returned, and I felt the cool, hardness of a gun at my back.

“You’re going to accept the fucking bond, you little cunt. Do you understand me?” He was different from how he’d been earlier, not thrown into a frenzy from the fight.

I took a breath.

One steady inhale as the world spun.

Terror washed over me as I opened my mouth, the broken answer a bare whisper. “Y-yes.”

When I felt the offer of the princess bond light up between us, it came with a sickening wrench in my chest. The dark bond on my neck burned and goosebumps rippled across my skin.

He didn’t have to do anything for this part—he just had to make the offer. The bite, and my acceptance, came next.

“Please,” I whispered. “Please free them.”

“Don’t fucking play with us,” Gareth snarled.

The gun was a persistent pressure, and tears spilled down my face. I tried to focus on that, on the offer made, on the gun that was pressed against my skin.

I took a breath, my chest tight, and accepted a princess bond with the Lincoln pack.

FORTY

SHATTER

Flynn barely hesitated.

His teeth at my neck were everything my nightmares were made of. Only, this time, he wasn’t threatening a dark bond. There was a slam on the window as if the weight of a body was being thrown against it, and I heard a faint shout, raw and desperate.

Ransom was gone.

Umbra was gone.

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