Page 114 of Shattered Omega

I needed to know how the principle worked.

Uncle narrowed his eyes, considering. “I… I think so, yes. But I’m not sure. I’ve never heard of that happening.”

I nodded, knowing now what I needed to find.

Proof that it worked. A case study in which a pack had died before the negotiations completed. Or even better, that a pack had destroyed themselves before that moment.

The last piece of the puzzle I needed to know beyond doubt, and the answer—that study Mord had pulled me from—I’d never been able to read it.

Everything that happened from here—it was unknown.

My soul shook as I watched. There was blood everywhere. Flynn’s aura, healed from the princess bond I’d accepted, was strong in the air as he fought with Gareth.

“Shatter!”

I heard my name. Faint through the thick glass, but it was enough, even in this nightmare, to drag my gaze away. Yellow eyes fixed on mine and I felt my lungs unlock.

The sounds in this room were horrible, enough for years of nightmares, but I could see Dusk.

He was an alpha made of vengeful fury, and yet right now, as his enemies died before him, he wasn’t looking at them. His palm was on the glass, eyes fixed on me as he spoke furiously, and I could see the words upon his lips.

“Look at me!”

At a strangled, desperate whine from my left, I almost glanced back, my frame tense, tears burning my eyes, but I didn’t.

Even when I felt the death of another alpha in this bond with me.

The bright yellow of Dusk’s gaze was enough. I reached my hand toward his, placing it on the glass, trembling to the bone as the sounds of fighting in the room died down at last.

My heart raced.

Ragged breaths were all that was left.

One alpha.

Flynn or Gareth?

I had to wait. I heard the scrape of metal upon the concrete floor and the click of a gun. I didn’t look back, but for the briefest of seconds, Dusk faded and the reflection of the room came into focus.

Flynn was there.

The gun was in his hand, pointed, not at me, but to his own temple.

One. Alpha. Left.

“Shatter!”

Bright yellow returned, fixed on me, my hand to his and my whole body jolted with the ear splitting bang!

And with that, my mates’ bond flooded back.

My breath caught, tears blurring away the most beautiful eyes in the world as I felt them.

And not just any bond…

Something… new.

Something more powerful than it had ever been. Flynn Lincoln had taken everything from Umbra and Dusk, had stolen from body, to soul, to the scent match that should have been theirs. But the twisted bond he had offered me now became a gift to the alphas he’d tried to destroy.

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