Page 30 of Shattered Omega

A… marriage certificate?

Shatter was my…

My wife?

Our wife?

The word ‘wife’ was like a sexy lynx wrapping itself around my brain and letting out a little purr.

“Why?” Ransom was asking.

“He said it was a technicality,” Shatter hissed. Her voice… her beautiful scent… her everything was intoxicating. I just stared, every alpha instinct misfiring like a wagonful of fireworks someone had just tossed a match into.

I was lightheaded. No no no. Fainting would be really embarrassing right now—I mean I couldn’t faint… I was her hu… Oh shit.

Her hu…

Nope.

The word was gonna blow up my brain.

“I shouldn’t have said that,” Dusk was saying. “And I never would have done it if I didn’t also want to be your hus—” He cut off, as, with the shriek, the knife finally flew from Shatter’s fist across the room at him. His aura split the air for a second so he could properly dodge it.

Husband.

Fucking. Husband.

I gripped the counter, my world spinning violently.

Me?

Hers?

Was that fair?

She was out of ammunition, it seemed, but I couldn’t take my eyes from her. Wild honey hair, lips drawn back in a feral snarl, all that power bundled into her perfect little fairy omega frame. The most beautiful person on the planet.

Oh, fuck me—I wasn’t husband material.

I tried to steady myself as Dusk carried on digging his hole—grave—and realised I would bury him if she didn’t.

“I needed to be sure that if the Lincoln pack bit you and went the proper route of registering the bond, they’d meet a boatload of legal obstacles—and then I’d know about it, too.”

“That,” Shatter snarled, “is the stupidest reason for a marriage I’ve ever heard!”

“You were getting all conflicted about fucking us because you said it was like cheating on them. So I figured this would fix it.”

“But then you didn’t tell her?” Ransom asked.

“You got overwhelmed by the registration card; thought it might be a bit much.”

“Hold on.” Shatter said. “Fixed it?” She still gripped her hair furiously—which was really cute, which reminded me my wife was that cute, which made the world spin worse. “That would have just meant I was cheating on both of you! How is that better for me?”

“Uh, well,” Dusk said. “It wasn’t supposed to be. It was supposed to be better for us.”

Ransom groaned as I scanned the paper wildly again, as if it might offer me sanity. I hung onto every detail. My eyes landed on location and dates, and I was momentarily distracted. “A winter wedding?”

Okay.

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