Page 118 of Shattered Omega

“Wounds?” I asked.

Decebal sounded amused. “The ego sort. Ransom knocked him out and dented his Mercedes. I don’t know if he’ll survive.”

I got to my feet, finding a smile at that.

“I’m grabbing a quick shower. No need for all of us to reek of Lincoln pack blood when she wakes up.” I turned as I reached the door. “And, Decebal?”

“Yeah?” he asked, meeting my eyes.

“You’re fired.”

As I turned, I saw him raising his drink, a broad grin on his face. His mutter followed me out the door. “About fucking time.”

FORTY-TWO

SHATTER

I woke in a calm room with my pack’s scents in the air. It took a long moment for me to process where I was, the peace of the space a contrast against the shadow lurking over my mind like a storm cloud.

I blinked bleary eyes open, the wooden panels across the ceiling coming slowly into focus.

My consciousness had swum in and out a number of times, and each time I’d checked for them in the bond and their scents in the air, before I’d passed back out.

Once or twice, beside the warmth of my alphas at my side, I’d felt dainty arms wound around my waist. They weren’t here right now, though, which was sad…

And then, at last, reality hit, dread and relief crashing into me with equal force.

The Lincoln pack…

Flynn with a gun to his head…

Ransom. He’d been sick, and—“Umbra…?” My voice was choked as panic blitzed through my system. My whine rose in the air as I tried to control my breathing.

“Shatter!” That was Ransom’s voice, but I could barely hear it.

He’d… he’d untethered.

A sure death, except—The room finally came into focus, a low growl sounding at my side. Warm arms closed around me, dragging me near. Wolfsbane and blood filled my senses.

But...

“How?”

What happened at the end was blurry. When I tried to remember back to it, all I could see were the yellow of Dusk’s eyes fading for the reflection of Flynn.

Ransom’s expression cracked with a smile, the likes of which I’d never seen from him. His hand cupped my cheek as he pressed his lips to my forehead.

“You crazy, brilliant omega,” he whispered, drawing me close.

“The bond…?”

I reached up, feeling the bite on my neck as if it might tell me. I didn’t need to, though. I could feel it.

“I got…” Tears blurred my vision as he drew back, tilting my chin up.

“Shatter, you saved us all and got a princess bond.”

Right…I... I could feel it.

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