Page 58 of The Omega Trials: Part One

I’m sitting on the leather couch in our common room, hoping he’s going to walk through the door any second with a perfectly reasonable reason for going MIA after almost dying. I know I sound like a worried mother hen, but fuck it. These guys are the reason I get up in the morning, and it’s my job to keep them safe.

I’ve already failed once. I won’t fail again.

My heightened awareness clocks the sound of the door unlocking. I spring to my feet, turning to the sound. Sinclair’s door opens and she walks through it in—fuck—nothing but a large tee, drying her wet hair with a towel.

“Have you seen Bishop?” I ask gruffly, my throat dry at seeing my fingerprints still bruised into her thighs in beautiful varying shades of purple and blue. I’m taken back to the day of the ceremony as my gaze slowly rolls up her body. The flare of her hips is still visible under the boxy shirt, her nipples tight and hard against the fabric.

Only this time, I know to expect the knotted scar—

“What the fuck is that?” I snarl, incensed at the sight of a fresh bite mark right above her scar.

I lunge for her, grabbing her arm. Instantly, fire consumes me.

I howl in agony, releasing her and crumpling pitifully to my knees. I gulp down air in shock and surprise as the pain begins to dissipate. It felt like being skinned alive.

Curled over, I look up at her. The first thing I notice is her victorious smirk, so pleased with my pain. The second is the way the gold in her eyes is fractured and floating like flakes of foil in a vial of water. They’re glassy, not glowing.

She’s lust drunk.

“No,” I huff. “No fucking way . . .”I jump up, my muscles screaming in protest, my body still recovering. I don’t believe it. I have to see for myself.

I rush into her room, and for the second time in as many minutes, it feels like my knees are going to give out.

There, in her bed, passed the fuck out, face down in a pillow and covered by nothing but the sheet draped over his lower back, isBishop.

I whip my head toward Sinclair, leaning against the doorjamb. “What did you do to him?”

“You really wanna know?” She snickers and traces her teeth with her tongue.Goddamn it.

“I don’t believe it. Wake up, asshole.” I grunt and smack Bishop’s foot dangling off the edge of the mattress. He stirs with a sleepy groan.

Maybe she drugged him. Maybe that’s not actually a claiming bite . . . Did Ecker leave it after the victor’s prize?

She saunters over to where I stand at the foot of her bed. “Don’t believe it? Maybe you should watch next time. See what it’s like when an omega actuallywantsto fuck you—since that’s never happened.” Her voice is somehow different, huskier, more of a drawl and—I clench my jaw—sexy as hell.

I look down at her, so smug and cocky. So much for learning her place. That lasted all of two days. I was even starting to feel a little sorry for her.

She played us like she always does.

Her neck stretches as she tilts her chin up to meet my glare with a bratty sparkle in her eyes. “You were plenty fucking eager,” I growl and reach for her throat—

“Uh-uh.” She tsks right before my fingers wrap around her neck.

I drop my hand with a scoff and curse under my breath, “Goddamnbrat.”

“What did you call her?” Bishop’s suddenly on his feet, glowering and butt-ass naked.

“Dude, what the fuck were you thinking?Claiming her?”I yell, unfazed by his dick, which begins hardening with a single glance at our—his—omega.

“No, what wereyouthinking? I saw what you did to her.” I’ve seen Bishop experience every possible emotion, in every possible mood. But I’ve never heard this kind of protectiveness in his voice.

I throw my hands in the air. “She tried to kill us—”

“She didn’t know—”

“Fine, so she only tried to ruin everything we’ve fought for fucking generations. I can’t believe we’re even having this conversation!” My chest rumbles as the frustration builds, pressure building in my head. I want to strangle someone. Unfortunately for me, I can’t strangle the target of my desire without crippling, searing agony.

Bishop and I both turn our heads at the sound of her whimper.

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