Page 10 of The Omega Trials: Part Two

Instead, I turn around the way I came and step over the wooden debris from the broken door. I pause on my way out to let him know, “You owe me a finger for every hour past that.”

Chapter 4

My Cock, Your Honor

Sinclair

“Did you do what I asked?” Ecker asks when I walk out of my bedroom to where he, Titus, and Bishop are waiting in the common room.

He gives me a wolfish smirk that makes me want to sink to my knees. If I thought my omega nature was strong after bonding with Bishop, it’s grown tenfold since bonding with Ecker. Everything he—or Bishop for that matter—does makes me want to crawl at their feet and promise to be a good girl.

“Yes.” I nod. His eyes drop, hooded, to where I’m toying with the hem of my skirt.

The urge to please them is so powerful, it constantly makes me feel lightheaded, like I’m stuck on the verge of passing out until they give me their approval or praise. I’m constantly chasing the high of that first full breath.

I hate it.

But I alsoloveit.

On paper, the idea of submitting and constantly seeking assurance makes me want to gag. But in reality, it’s so deeply gratifying that I can’t help but revel in it. It’s not just the act of submission. It’s the security that comes with it, the sense of belonging and comfort, knowing no matter what, I have two people who will always have my back. Even if they were once the people I’d least suspect.

I’m not saying I forgive her or even fully understand her decisions, but I am starting to see why giving into her nature was so appealing to my mo—Celia.

“Good,” Ecker murmurs into my hair as he pulls me into his side with an arm slung around my waist. Even such a simple, mediocre word as good when whispered in his lush, husky tone makes me melt.

“Everyone ready now?” Titus grumbles like we made him wait for hours, not minutes.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Bishop says, and the four of us file out of our common room.

The lust drunkenness didn’t last nearly as long this time as it did the first time, which is probably why I can pick up on the edge of unease shifting through the boys. All we know is that we were called to the Elders’ council room, but not why. There’s been no more surprise nobilities or graffiti stints. I can tell not knowing what we’re walking into has them tense. Even Ecker seems unsettled, drumming his fingers on my hip as we walk through the halls.

When we arrive, there’s a servant waiting outside the large double doors to let us in.

As we walk in, there’s only one Elder in a wolf mask, and he looks me over questioningly.

“There are only three chairs,” Bishop points out about our side of the long table with a firm tone, clearly unhappy with the implication.

Which is confirmed when the Elder says, “Right. Well, typically omegas don’t attend these kinds of meetings.”

Ecker steps up to the table but pointedly doesn’t pull out a chair. “You asked for the pack.”

“Correct,” Cobalt says with a slight sneer. “I suppose she can stand.” His lip twitches in amusement. “Or kneel.”

At the beginning of the Trials, I would have been validated by his inference that omegas aren’t members, but property of the pack.

Now, I’m just offended.

After everything they put us omegas through, we have damn sure earned our spot. And it’s not kneeling on the fucking floor . . . unless it’s to pleasemyalpha, not this random bastard.

“It’s fine. I’ll stand.” Ecker pushes off the table.

The Elder tenses. “The Council has invited you tositat their table. I suggest you don’t ignore the gesture,” he says tersely.

After a few heavy beats, he leaves through another door, saying, “I’ll let the others know you’re ready.”

“Fuck that,” Ecker scoffs as he pulls out a chair. “No omega of mine is going to be standing while we sit.”

Along with Bishop and Titus, he takes a seat and opens his arm out toward me. “Sit.”

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