Page 117 of Shattered Omega

“Fuck off, mate,” Decebal snorted. “It was all precautionary. I could have dealt with Flynn if it came to it, but you all had to go off, half-cocked didn’t you? Fucking idiots—but you can’t deny, with Umbra’s plan, he would have killed them without a doubt. You could have taken that shot and dropped dead that second. Since you were both insisting on suicide, Kai figured Umbra’s was a better bet, and I don’t like it, but he wasn’t completely wrong.”

Fucking red-eyed prick.

And fuck Decebal, too.

I opened my mouth, then shut it scowling, eyeing the alpha at my side. I don’t think I’d ever heard Decebal say so many words in one breath.

“Plus. Then she’d have had to anchor Umbra, heal Ransom, and drag her stupid-ass pack lead back from a half finished cleaving.”

I clenched my jaw, turning back to my pack, trying to quell the panic of what could have been.

“You have no idea how…” Decebal trailed off, and I glanced at him. His jaw ticked, whole body tense as he stared at the three of them curled up on the bed. “I’m glad you all made it.”

I nodded, looking back at Shatter, who was resting between Ransom and Umbra, looking peaceful right now.

Again, I took a breath.

They were all alive.

We were a pack still, somehow—more a pack than we’d ever been.

“Your files are all on the kitchen table for when you want them,” Decebal said.

“Files?”

“History.” I saw a glint of delight in his eyes.

Shit…

Oh… shit.

My history? The person I’d been before all of this. Before the Cimmerian Vaults. It had been a pillar to chase, towering in the distance, always out of reach. My heart crashed irrationally hard against my ribs now that it was real.

Until this moment, I hadn’t realised how little I’d believed we would ever see the end of this.

Was I ready for that?

Did I want it?

“I’m not going to lie, there’ve been times I wondered if I’d ever get to give it to you.” Decebal’s jaw was tight as he glanced over at the bed. “She’s special,” he added. “Way too perfect for you.”

“You’re next, you know that?” I asked, shoving away my nerves and looking back at him. “And I hope whoever the universe gifts you for a scent match is a pain in your fucking ass.”

Decebal snorted before taking another sip. “I hope that’s not too far off.”

I glanced at him, frowning at the strain in his voice. He grimaced. “Thought it was insensitive to bring up before, given the... situation. But it’s…” He scratched his jaw. “It’s Angel.”

“What about him?” I knew Angel was the fifth member of Decebal’s pack, though I’d never met him.

“Aura sickness.”

I frowned, working through that. “Shit.”

“We’ll uh… we’ll figure it out.” He didn’t look convinced as he took a swig of his beer.

“Where’s Logan?” I asked. I swear it had been Logan that Decebal had told me was coming, not Bane.

Decebal snorted. “Pissed, that’s what. I’m sure Angel won’t thank us for leaving him to tend to his wounds all night.”

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