Page 62 of Shattered Omega

She hadn’t even said sorry, which meant she was truly committed to whatever it was she’d done.

That was worrying.

“I’m still mad at you,” she whispered.

“Does that mean that I’m going to keep finding scent marked gifts under my pillow in the evenings?” I asked. I’d found the third last night.

She leaned close, voice a breath in my ear. “It was your command,” she said. “You told me every time I scent marked something in our home, I was to bring it right into your bedroom.”

Ah.

I had said that.

“And all the things you feel the need to scent mark these days are knives?” I asked.

“When I’ve been threatened with divorce, it is where my instincts take me.”

I was starting to think that the duration of her vendetta might be solely driven by my divorce comment.

She drew back, clambering over to Ransom so she could give him a hug.

“You tricked me with the new boots,” he murmured.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t honest about that,” she said, and I saw the first sign of true guilt in her eyes.

“Is that what that night was?—”

Ransom cut off as she pressed a finger to his lips with a small shake of her head, and she leaned up, pressing her lips to his briefly before pulling him into an even tighter hug. “Only like… ten per cent,” she whispered.

Ransom shut his eyes, wrapping his arms around her.

The damned boots.

I’d almost lost when I’d learned Ransom had got her new ones, but he hadn’t known, and he didn’t need to feel worse.

I heard a low purr in his chest as he drew her close.

I felt my own little flash of jealousy, which was followed by a little wave of smugness from her in the bond. Ransom gave her a nip on the neck and flashed his canines at me.

Back to normal, then. “You and Umbra are enjoying this a bit too much,” I murmured.

“Where is Umbra?” Shatter asked as she drew back from Ransom, frowning.

Uh. Shit. I’d just assumed he’d feel our relief through the bond and come out. “He’s up in his room. Spent the morning looking for Mord. When we spotted him, we came back here.”

And felt fucking useless all day while our omega was gone. It would be a while before I recovered from today.

“There’s…” Her brows knitted together as she cocked her head. “There’s something wrong.”

“What do you mean?”

She was already getting to her feet, a frown on her face. “With Umbra…”

I stood, unsure, but she held up a hand, staring up at his room.

“I think… I need to go see him myself.”

TWENTY-TWO

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