Page 25 of Shattered Omega

“It doesn’t matter now—” I began, but he cut me off.

“It matters a great deal if your mates want to bargain for a princess bond.”

My eyes snapped up to him.

“What is interesting to me,” he added. “Is that the Lincoln pack swore the feud evolved over time, yet it seems your pack had you marked for a dark bond from the moment they met you.”

I frowned. “Why do you say that?”

“You were an honorary member from the beginning of term, Shatter Kingsman.” He lingered on my last name with far too much meaning.

“Dusk added Ransom’s last name because I didn’t have one and the Dean was suspicious.”

Mord finally reacted with something more than indifference. One scarred eyebrow shot up, and the faintest grin slid onto his face. “You don’t know?”

Uh.

This wasn’t the way I’d anticipated the questioning going.

“I don’t know what?”

I tried to grab at the paper he had in his hand but jumped violently at the sound of my name being called from the hallway outside. “Shatter?”

That was Ransom, and he sounded urgent.

My eyes darted to Mord’s hip where his gun was, and then up to him. He didn’t look phased in the slightest as he glanced at the door. He got to his feet, returning the stack of papers to the folder, and straightening his suit.

“That,” he said. “Is even more curious.” He was looking me up and down.

“What is?”

“Does a dark bond give an alpha the ability to geo-track their bonded omega?” he asked. My lips parted in shock for a second before there was a loud banging on the door.

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Kingsman,” he said quietly, then crossed toward the door that led out to the gardens. I was on my feet as he reached it, backing toward the door I could hear Ransom behind.

I felt an aura flare and then the door crashed open in an instant, but Mord was already gone.

NINE

SHATTER

“What did he want?” Dusk asked.

“He had a lot of questions,” I said. “About the bond and my pack. He wanted to know if I wanted to be in the bond?—”

“What did you tell him?”

“I didn’t say anything. Not directly. I let him… come to his own conclusion.”

Dusk relaxed—well, as much as he could after what had happened. No alpha in this room was comfortable that I’d been taken in broad daylight.

We were back in the apartment, and I was sitting on Umbra’s lap on the couch. I knew he was the most unstable right now. His arms were wound around my waist, discomfort stark from him through the bond. Dusk and Ransom were mirrors of that. I could see they were shaken.

“I need you to go over every question he asked.”

“Okay. I can write it all down.” It was easier to remember details when I pretended I was studying or doing homework.

“For now, Shatter never leaves our sight,” Dusk was saying. “Not even for one class.”

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