Page 23 of My Omega's Dream

“I think that’s remarkable.”

Frost stares at me, like he’s trying to see if I’m telling the truth or not. I let my colors flare in order to allow him to feel my emotions again. There’s no upset feelings, only genuine curiosity. His face smoothes out, a small smile playing at his lips.

“You’re the first to think that. My old pack sent me away when they found out. Apparently, they had superstitions that said a dreamwalker would bring ruin to their pack. They thought I came with nightmares and terrors.”

“That’s dumb,” I say right away, my eyes narrowing. “If anything, you probably chase nightmares away!”

“I do. Whenever I see something scary or upsetting, I do my best to chase it away so the person can have sweet dreams. I don’t want to be what my pack thought,” Frost confesses softly. My heart breaks for him and all the hurt he’s experienced at the hands of those who were supposed to take care of him.

Reaching out, I cup Frost’s cheek. He deserves gentleness after everything he’s gone through. He deserves a place that willwelcome him with open arms and accept him for who he is. He deserves a home.

Could home be with me?

Gods, I hope so. I know this is all going terribly fast, but I don’t care. I care about Frost. I long to know everything there is to know about him. I want to let him in and set down roots within my heart. I want him to be free to join every single one of my dreams in the future. I just want him, full stop.

“Frost,” I whisper, pulling him forward. His eyes close and a moment later, our lips are touching.

This kiss feels different than the first. The first was tangible, our bodies touching. This time, it’s no less real, but it’s filled with emotions. Our souls are caressing in a way I never thought possible. It’s intimate and fantastical.

Warmth builds behind my eyes but I do my best to blink it back. I want to crawl inside Frost’s ribcage so I can wrap myself around his heart. I want to keep him safe, shield him from the world until he finally heals from the hurt he’s experienced in his past.

Some people might think these feelings are too quick, too fast, but I don't give a damn. In life, sometimes you meet people you know are meant to be in your life. It’s how I felt when I met Ellie, and now it’s how I feel around Frost. For as long as he’ll allow me, I’ll be here with him, at his side.

“Frost,” I say again, my lips brushing against his. “I want you. I want you so badly that my entire body aches for it.”

Frost shivers at my words and I can feel his warring emotions like they’re my own. “I want you too. Now I’m the one worried this isn’t real,” he says, his lips curling up into the tiniest smile.

“I know it’s fast. I know it feels like nothing more than a dream, but I don’t care. I know my feelings and I think maybe I know yours too.”

Frost lunges forward, kissing me again. “Then you’ll have me,” he breathes out. “You’ll have me, body and spirit, for as long as you want, Avery. I am yours.”

I startle awake. The cold hits me, clearing the fog in my head. I look over and find Frost there, his eyes slowly blinking awake.

I am yours.

The dream fades away but the feelings inside my chest stay crystal clear. Frost said he was mine. The words feel like they’re being tattooed inside my rib cage beside my heart, cementing his place with me. I want him just as much as he wants me.

“Frost,” I gasp out, my eyes wide. “Are you sure?”

He sits up slowly. “Yes. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

“Then have me.”

In response, Frost kisses me again and it feels heady, like I’m back in a dream but this time, I know without a doubt that I’m wide awake.

Chapter twelve

Frost

One moment, Avery and I are enjoying a blissfully spiritual dream together, and the next we’re running through the snow. While we were asleep, the snow started to fall in thick sheets. It’s hard to see where we are exactly, relying on our wolf nature to get us back to our cabin.

Avery trips in his haste, giggling to himself as he brushes the snow from his knees.

“As much as I love the snow, it’s really getting in the way of getting to your knot.”

Now it’s my turn to stumble. Snow catches in my collar, dripping down the side of my neck and making me shiver. “Avery! What the fuck, you can’t justsaystuff like that!”

“And why not? You act like we’re running back to our cabin so we can get to book club.” Then he pauses and looks over at me. “We’re not about to have book club, right?”

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