Page 19 of Shattered Omega

“Why wouldn’t I?” Jasmine asked behind me. “Because some gold pack freak wants to ruin their reputation?”

I heard a chair scrape, and by the sounds of it, she was picking up her paper to take to the front. Only, when she stepped by me, she let it slip from her fingers. Her paper dropped onto my desk, and with it, a few more loose sheets of paper.

“Oops. Sorry.” Jasmine swept the large piece of paper back up, but I was frozen. I blinked down at the small, black and white printed pictures staring back at me.

Ice seeped down my spine.

They were stills from the video I’d never seen. An angle I’d never imagined of what was quickly competing for the worst moment of my life.

A video that the school had all seen.

I was back in Eric’s room. They were taunting me. I was on my knees and Eric was before me. Flynn was at my back. I’d never realised how much bigger than me he was. How easy it had so clearly been for him to hold me still for Eric.

I don’t know how many seconds passed. Maybe not even one. It wouldn’t have mattered.

The photos were gone as Roxy tore them away yet they were burned into my mind.

A low growl sounded from my side and a chair scraped.

“You bitch, Jasmine—” I didn’t hear the end of Roxy’s words. The world spun as I staggered to my feet.

“…Those are her fucking mates…” That was Oliver’s voice. “They rejected her, you don’t…” Someone was dragging Jasmine away from my seat.

I could hear her mocking laugh but the world spun as I got to my feet. My boots took desperate steps against the hardwood, and then I was outside, hand clutching my throat as I tried to take deep breaths.

“Shatter!”

Roxy’s scent of orange and fir tree was there, and she was pulling me into her arms.

“I’m so sorry, babe.” I held onto her, trying to calm my breathing, but it was hard. “You’re safe, Shatter,” she whispered, hand at my back. “I promise, you’re safe.”

SEVEN

DUSK

Shatter was in Omega Studies while I was stuck with Umbra and Ransom in a class neither of them wanted to be in. They were on their fourth game of tic-tac-toe in their notebook (in which both refused to take notes on a subject that might actually be of fucking use).

I jumped as my phone vibrated. I opened it, seeing a text.

Decebal: Bad news. Didn’t take them long.

I stared at my phone, shoving away my irritation at Umbra and Ransom, but the call dropped before I could pick it up.

Decebal: Get somewhere you can talk.

Decebal: Lincoln pack showed up in their apartment this morning.

Decebal: Call me now.

Shit.

I ducked out of class, but by the time I arrived in the corridors beyond, Decebal had sent another few texts and a voice recording.

Decebal: They came back with another alpha. He’s registered with the school as a prospective pack member, but he’s not enrolling in any program.

What?

Why would the Lincoln pack be looking at adding an alpha to the pack? There was a risk of losing the scent match if they did—but I was already calling Decebal’s number.

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