Page 120 of Shattered Omega

Everyone I had ever loved was here and safe, and somehow, I had a princess bond with alphas I loved more than anything else in the world.

FORTY-THREE

UMBRA

I’d woken with my omega in my arms and my pack at my side.

For such a long time, she lay in my arms while I tried to ground myself. When I couldn’t speak, she led me to the shower.

Even as hot water streamed over my skin, her calming nightshade scent filling the air, and the gentle touch of a cloth washed away the blood crusted across my skin, I couldn’t settle.

My mind was far off, drifting and unable to find firm ground.

She didn’t complain once, my perfect omega. When I was dressed and she’d brushed my hair, she forced me to the couch so she could slide onto my lap and take my face in her hands.

At last, she came into focus.

More beautiful than I could compute, and I could feel her in the bond; my shooting star, as bright as a sun and bound to us by gold as brilliant as her eyes.

She had a princess bond.

Everything she deserved.

It was over…

She was my anchor, but I couldn’t… I squeezed my eyes shut. I couldn’t hold onto her properly. Not yet.

So I pressed my lips to her forehead and stood, setting her on her feet and making my way to the car.

I knew what I needed to do.

By the time I returned from my shopping trip, I was clearer in the head. Clear enough, anyway.

I set my bag down on the counter, glancing up to see Shatter quietly shutting the door of one of the spare bedrooms.

“She’s wiped.” Her voice hushed, a smile on her face as she looked from Dusk to Ransom who were waiting for her.

“No shit,” Ransom scoffed.

She?

I frowned, then clocked into the orange and fir tree scent which was light in the air. It didn’t bother me. Shatter was ours, and Roxy was hers, so she was welcome here.

The whole living room was decorated like it was Christmas. Lights sparkled across the walls and around a Christmas tree. A cute little glowing village with electronically animated ice skaters was scattered across side tables and TV stand. Tinsel hung from paintings and fixtures, while fake snow sat upon window ledges.

I nodded approvingly. Quite tasteful, actually. We’d never really been into Christmas as a pack. Decebal would come over with gifts, but it felt sort of… depressing, with just me and Dusk, and Ransom still sick, so we tried to pretend it wasn’t happening.

“You’re back,” Shatter said, hurrying over to me and peering at what I had in the bag. “What are you making?”

I found my voice at last, peace settling over me as I pulled out the ingredients.

Ice cream, chocolate and strawberry toppings, sprinkles, whipped cream, cherries, and four bananas.

“Banana splits.”

She looked up at me, eyes sparkling. “Sounds amazing.”

I prepared in a peaceful quiet as Dusk got the bowls lined up for me.

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