Page 102 of Shattered Omega

I could feel the walls closing in, narrowing my vision until there was only one thing left.

Her.

I needed to get out—had to reach her. But I was on the brink of collapse, one flare of my aura away from losing it.

If I lost myself now, I wouldn’t be able to save her—and I knew she must be in the building up ahead.

She was still vacant in the bond.

What kind of fear was she hiding?

I couldn’t think about it.

Another breath.

Only one alpha.

I could take one.

There was supposed to be two, but Kai—Decebal’s red-eyed pack mate—had ducked out without warning, slipping a gun into his belt and sprinting for the building ahead before anyone could stop him. The alpha in the front seat had cursed, darting from the car, shouting after him, but he was too late.

Another breath.

The alpha in the front spoke. “So much better things I could be doing with a Friday evening than babysitting while they get all the fun,” he muttered.

I didn’t like him one bit, not down to his pretentious-ass whiskey and chocolate scent. It was calming, focusing on that and not her.

Anything but her.

Another breath.

I shut my eyes.

Another.

I love you, Shatter.

I had to hold onto that love. It was the thing that had brought me back.

I love you so fucking much.

“What are you doing?” Whiskey and chocolate growled from the front.

I didn’t open my eyes. My aura flared, loose and fucking huge.

He swore, but I’d already thrown myself at the door. It buckled like a tin can and I was out in the air.

I was met by the alpha, who’d stumbled out of the front seat, cocking his gun as he did. Dirty blond hair, ice-blue eyes, and—well, fuck. I knew him—kind of. Rich circles ran small. He was a friend of the cousin who’d sent me to Decebal, and a prick with a reputation about as shit as my dad’s had been.

“Back in the car,” he snarled.

One chance. One, because he was Decebal’s pack.

“Move,” I growled.

I paused as he levelled the gun at me. “Back in the car.”

He thought a gun was enough?

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