Page 50 of Shattered Omega

And I’d had a whole beautiful, amazing, sexy night with him. We’d fucked way too late for a school night, and I’d fallen asleep knotted to one of my favourite alphas in the whole world.

I loved him so much, and now I got to protect him and fuck him all at once. It wasn’t that I enjoyed not being totally honest (actually, that made me a bit nervous), but this was life and death. Plus, the orgasms had been honest.

Umbra was in the kitchen cooking breakfast when Ransom arrived, carrying me in like a princess.

He set me down, and I wound my arms around Umbra’s waist, delighted at his low purr as he flipped a pancake. “You recover?” he asked.

“Mhmm,” I replied. “You saved the day.”

“Were they pissed?” Ransom was asking Dusk as Umbra poured me a cup of orange juice.

“Three fines from the board,” Dusk said mildly.

“Three?” Ransom asked.

“For the discharge of weapon, and setting a bonfire on the school grounds.”

“That’s two.”

Dusk grinned. “Third was a bonus for receiving two in one night. ‘Blatant disregard for school rules and wasting faculty time’.”

“But the card is dead, right?” I whispered to Umbra (I still wasn’t talking to Dusk), as I clutched my orange juice close.

“Smithereens,” he said, humming happily as he served up the pancakes and removed his apron.

EIGHTEEN

UMBRA

Shatter had fallen asleep, her arms on the kitchen counter. Ransom was snoring on the couch.

She hadn’t stopped studying at all. Not since everything we’d discovered, and she was still burning the candle at both ends to find a solution for this pack.

Our perfect omega.

Ever so gently, I picked her up in my arms, holding her head against my chest. She stirred, but a low purr rumbled to life in my chest and she curled up tighter, a low contented sound slipping from her.

She’d said she wanted to spend the night with me, so I carried her to my room instead of the nest. I was okay with sleepy omega cuddles, that was more than enough for me.

She woke when I set her gently on the bed. “Oh…” She blinked up at me then glanced around. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“I don’t mind.”

“No, no, actually, I found you something.”

“You did?”

“Yes. There was this thing that popped up on my phone… a cooking class, but it’s videos online.”

I perked up. “Was there?”

“Here…” She pulled out her phone. “I left it on the page because I didn’t know how to save it.”

She checked the time. “It’s not that late,” she said. “We could watch it together.”

I smiled, finding an old laptop and pulling up the page she’d found, then I drew her against me as the cooking program began to play. It was hard to ignore that her nightgown had slipped open, and I was rewarded with a lovely view of black lace and rich tan skin beneath.

The cooking video she’d chosen was called ‘Mastering Beef Wellington: A Step-by-Step Guide.’

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