Page 83 of Shattered Omega

I threw my weight against him again, trying to go for anything that would stop him.

His grip loosened, and I lunged again, teeth closing around nothing before another pain, closer this time, became suddenly overwhelming. Heat trickled down my cheek.

The world was fading to red.

No…

A faint whine sounded in the air.

Mine…? I thought.

Or hers?

No…

Mord was stepping back, fading fast as the world spun. With another crash of pain, the world went black, his last words swimming through my foggy mind.

He almost sounded like he was amused.

“…More than I expected for a rich prick…”

SHATTER

This was too soon.

I shook from shock, replaying the fight between Ransom and Mord.

He was going to be okay, I told myself desperately.

He was alive.

I’d found the courage to open the door a crack, right as Mord had knocked him out. Before that, he’d been a raging ball of… I shivered, of something else. That hadn’t been Ransom.

Not my Ransom…

Even his command that I run had been… a flash of power. Then nothing, as if he couldn’t hold it. I shoved my tears back. Mord hadn’t hurt him too badly. He could have, but he didn't.

Mord had straightened his coat and rolled his neck. Then he turned as I watched through the crack in the door. Dark eyes met mine, cold and deadly.

When he spoke, his voice was far too calm—completely different from the taunt I’d just heard from him as Ransom had fallen. “Are you going to run?”

Shakily I pushed my nest door open, unable to bear the idea of him stepping into it again. There was a gun in his hand, and my alpha was unconscious on the floor at his feet. There wasn’t a choice, not really. Even if at my back was a laptop with the last piece of the puzzle.

A piece I knew I would now never have in time.

We reached the door to the apartment, and he nudged my pair of new boots toward me.

“Bring them.”

I picked them up shakily, mind reeling as Mord tugged a spray can from one of the pockets of his huge trench coat and doused me in a mist before I could react. A scent blocker, I realised as I blinked through it.

Then he dragged me from the apartment and into a closet on the floor before shutting us in. I was still shaking, scrambling for the right words. He was so calm, like this was a job to him—a normal day.

He peered at his phone again, and this time I saw it was a video feed on the academy parking lot. As I watched, it jumped to a different feed.

“Put your boots on. A barefoot omega will draw too much attention.”

As I struggled to get my boots on with shaky hands, he tugged something rectangular from his pocket. It was a device of some kind with a small antenna. He held it down at hip level, and I watched as Mord flipped a switch on it. I heard a small click, then nothing.

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