Page 40 of Capturing Their Omega

My mom moves away from the door, giving us space to pass. Eric comes in last and shuts the door.

Jeremiah sets me down and helps me to sit on the couch in the living room. Then he goes to stand by my side like a guard.

Eric flops down on the couch beside me.

He is close enough to touch me, and I can feel his warmth.

The guys are protecting me against my mother.

It is a painful realization, but I don’t feel safe around my mom anymore, and they know it.

My mom was still standing by the door, but now she inches over to me, in an attempt to try again.

“Don’t come near me,” I spit at her, stopping her movement.

“Cassie!” she cries.

“No, Mom! I want to know the truth. I’ve heard many things today that make me question everything I have ever known about myself. And everything I know is what you’ve told me. But there is too much proof that you’ve lied to me. So, I want you to tell me what’s going on,” I demand.

The anger in my voice can’t be controlled. It seems like my disbelief is letting my anger dominate now.

My Mom is tearing up uncontrollably, but all I can see is red.

Eric stretches out and tugs at Jeremiah’s sleeve.

Jeremiah ignores him. He seems reluctant to take his eyes off me or even leave. He is ferociously snorting, like an angry animal.

Frowning, Eric passes him a bottle. He collects it without shifting his gaze.

I quickly recognize it as a blocker bottle. The normal blockers… The type I’ve seen people take during their heats and ruts. The kind I’ve never needed since I was so sick. Although now I realize it’s because I was on those pills.

“I think you are reacting to Cassie… you’re going a bit feral,” Eric points out to Jeremiah.

His voice is gruff when he replies, “It’s okay. I don’t need blockers yet. I’m still in control.”

Eric doesn’t look convinced.

Jeremiah takes a deep breath. “You are right. Let’s leave so they can talk alone. We don’t need to be here for this.”

Jeremiah squats down and tenderly holds my hands. His eyes are passionate as he speaks. “Call me if anything comes up, okay?”

I nod. “Yes, I will do that.”

My reply pleases him. He stands up and moves back to my side.

Eric's presence fills my vision as he appears in front of me. He smiles at me sweetly and bends to hug me.

Jeremiah pulls at his shirt, making him let go of me.

I watch as they stalk out the door and leave without turning back. I suddenly miss them.

I am home alone with my mom. It used to be the best thing and the safest place to be. But now, it is different.

I slowly turn around to face my mom, who is beginning to feel like a stranger.

Am I safe?

I stand up, walk to the counter where we eat, and sit where I usually do. I gesture for her to take a seat, too.

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