Page 26 of Shattered Omega

“The Lincoln pack wants to meet with me,” Ransom said, looking up from his phone. “Got a text from… Flynn, it looks like.”

“He just wants to see you?” I asked.

What did that mean?

Ransom wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Probably wants to know if there’s a…”

“Rich prick connection?” Dusk supplied.

“I can go,” he said. “They likely want to see if there’s any way I can get them a trade for Shatter, but it could give information about where they’re at—what they’ve figured out.”

“You sure?”

“I haven’t done anything else to help yet, have I? And this was the plan. Stall them until we have a better option.”

“Alright.” Dusk looked like he was processing. “You go, we need to know where they’re at. But give away as little as possible.”

“I’ll tell them early next week. We can get a list of shit I can try to get out of them if I can play my cards right.”

Dusk nodded. “And I’m getting everything Decebal has on Mord. Until then, we play it safe. Shatter sticks with us everywhere.”

“What about school rules?” I asked. We weren’t allowed weapons on campus. Mord had only gotten away with it because he wasn’t caught.

“They don’t give a shit about school rules, so neither do I. But I need to know you’re onboard with this, too. I thought we were being careful enough before, but if Decebal says Mord is bad news, I’m not risking anything.”

I hugged myself, sinking against Umbra. “Yeh.” I didn’t like how afraid I was of the Lincoln pack, and to be honest, I felt much stronger when they were with me, anyway.

But there was one issue with how fast this was escalating. There was one place I had in mind for answers about the bond Umbra and Dusk had with the Lincoln pack, and if I sought it out, I knew I needed to do it alone.

True to their word, I went to bed that night among all three of my alphas. Dusk hugged me close, with Ransom on the other side, and Umbra behind him.

There was now officially a sleep schedule on the fridge since my alphas were at risk of knocking each other out in the fight to cuddle me without it. I loved them so much. Mord and the Lincoln pack were a problem, but until anything else happened, I needed to do my job of balancing them.

Their attraction to me certainly felt relevant to that. Even in Omega Studies, there was a huge focus on making sure your alphas were obsessed. There hadn’t, however, been a single chapter on early morning fights and fridge sleeping schedules.

I think they needed to update their curriculum.

I smiled at the thought, wriggling against Dusk contentedly and inhaling the soothing scent of midnight opium.

One more day of school—with all of them in Arkology classes, and then it was the weekend. They would protect me, and I would protect them. We were going to survive—I had to convince myself of that.

There was one thing I couldn’t shake—something that nagged as I closed my eyes.

Mord’s words, right before he’d left, stuck like a barnacle. I’d been too scared to process them fully at the time, but now they were irritants. Puzzle pieces that wouldn’t fit anywhere right.

I think I’d figured out the first.

Geo-tracking a bonded omega wasn’t an Arkological function of bonds. Alphas could not locate the omega they’d bitten, nor the other way around. But Arkological methods weren’t the only thing Dusk had access to.

Dusk had bugged me.

That’s how they knew where I was today.

It also answered a faint question that had been nagging me since he’d found me at the library. There was no reason at all he should have known I was there, but I’d been too caught up in the emotional aftermath of hearing what Eric had said about me to Roxy that day.

I wondered again if I was being paranoid, then almost snorted out loud. I wouldn’t put it past Dusk for a second.

Really, I should have guessed. It was a very Dusk thing to do.

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