Page 109 of Shattered Omega

Fists bled for how I pounded them against the metal door to our cell. I screamed until my throat burned.

They’d taken him again, and again, and again.

I could do nothing to stop it.

I threw myself against the door until I collapsed. The panic had faded to a selfish despair. It went beyond helplessness.

I needed him.

I couldn’t be in this room alone—I wasn’t strong enough to do this without him. He was my compass.

And they’d taken him from me.

Now they were taking him again.

My chest heaved, each breath agony. Flynn was shouting, but I couldn’t make the world right or the words make sense. I had to, even if it was over.

When I’d dragged him from those experiments, I’d become what he’d been to me. Years and years would never be enough, but one thing had never changed.

I still wasn’t strong enough to do this without him.

“No…”

I pushed myself up, begging my aura to be enough to fight this. My palm pressed against a cracked concrete wall.

Then I heard the slam of a door and a sound that made my heart trip.

Her whimper of terror was enough to draw me up, and my worst nightmare swam into my vision. Shatter was pinned to Mord’s chest, his hand over her mouth, gun to her temple.

He didn’t have to say anything.

Umbra’s aura vanished in an instant and he sagged, dropping Flynn, and crashing out of the high. I staggered toward him, catching him just in time, every instinct alight with fear, eyes fixed on her. Her cheeks were tear-tracked, her whole body shaking, and her glistening eyes saw nothing but Umbra.

She was here, just like I was, desperately reaching for us across a torn-up bond that survived like the last dying embers in a storm. She was a touch of life that nearly broke me, even without a word.

“Against the wall,” Mord said quietly.

Lost in a way I’d never been, knowing I could lose them both in seconds, I drew Umbra back a step.

“Get his gun!” Flynn snarled at Eric.

Eric, who looked shell-shocked, stumbled forward, grabbing my gun that had hit the floor and passing it to Flynn.

“We’re going,” Flynn spat at Mord. “We don’t need them. Not for any of this. We never have. Give her to me.”

I jolted with fury as he jammed his gun into Shatter’s side, fist closing in her hair. Mord’s gun moved in a flash though, pointing not at me, but at Umbra. At my side, he was shaking, barely able to stay upright.

Had he burned through too much already?

Not that fast… surely not that fast?

But… he shouldn’t be able to touch Flynn. What if that connection had drained him faster…

“Lock the door,” Flynn added. “It’s made to keep in alphas.”

Mord cocked an eyebrow, not taking his eyes from us. “I don’t think it’s built for alphas like this?—”

“If he comes through—” Flynn cut him off. “—shoot him in the fucking head.”

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