Page 47 of Shattered Omega

Last I checked, she could barely make her phone function, let alone figure out social media posts. Not that it mattered; she only had Dusk, Umbra, Decebal, Roxy, and me added and her profile was set to private.

‘Ransom. Can you come to my nest tonight, please?’

I read it a few times, frowning as a comment popped up on it.

‘Just you,’ she added.

Ah.

I think my sweet omega thought this was the group chat.

Grinning, I tapped out a reply. ‘Yes ma’am,’ just as a crying emoji popped up from Umbra on the ‘just you’ comment. As I watched, a laughing emoji joined it with Decebal’s name attached. My phone buzzed, and I saw the old group chat we had with Decebal that didn’t involve Shatter.

Dusk: mute her, prick

Decebal: Nah.

Decebal: This is hilarious.

Decebal: watching your omega cock block you in real time

Snorting, I shut my phone off, hurrying up the stairs to the apartment. I loved how even just knowing she wanted me around could shift my mood.

When I entered the nest, it was to find the lights dimmed and Shatter waiting on her bed, legs crossed as she picked through a textbook by the warm light.

“It worked.” Her eyes were bright as she looked up at me. “I’m getting the hang of the group chat thing.”

“Uhh…” Right. I opened my mouth to explain it to her, but she was barrelling on, a smile on her face.

“I thought we could have some, us time.”

“I would like that,” I said, sitting down beside her as she closed the textbook and shifted to place it on her bedside table.

I froze, all intentions of group chat discussions vanishing from my brain as I got a flash of lace beneath her gown as she shifted closer.

“Ransom,” she whispered.

“Yes.”

“You’re going to tell me everything he said, right?” she asked.

“He?” I asked, a little dazed.

“Flynn.”

“Oh…” Shit. “Little Reaper, I can promise you don’t want all the details…” I trailed off as she shrugged the silken robe from her shoulders and settled at my side, wild hair framing pretty golden eyes that blinked up at me expectantly.

“I know you want to protect me,” she said. “But I can handle it. I promise. I need to know everything.”

I sighed, mind trying to fully process the request as she fiddled with her gown. It kept flashing open, giving me glimpses of that beautiful body beneath. I saw the way black lace pressed against her breasts, and the way her nightshade scent spiked with lust in the air around her was sinful.

“I could…” I suppose. I knew she was strong. “After? I want to enjoy an evening with my wife first,” I said.

She beamed, eyes bright as she straddled me, drawing her lips to mine as the silk parted for me completely.

“God, I love you, Shatter,” I breathed.

She was my angel, turning darkness to light in the blink of an eye. Her delicate hands wove around my waist as she kissed down my neck, to my chest, something insistent in the way she tugged on my belt.

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