Page 58 of One Way Out

My soul accepts the link, and Leo joins our bond. His desire and yearning fill the connection first, followed quickly by his happiness…and then comes shock. There’s no way to tell if he’s shocked that I accepted his claim or if he’s surprised he bit me, but I don’t get to focus on either for long.

His pleasure comes next, slamming into the link so violently that my eyes clench shut. It either reignites my orgasm or sends me tumbling headfirst into another.

I’m grateful Leo is in charge of keeping us both upright because my knees wobble, and my legs practically give up. He plasters his body to mine even more firmly, licking over the bite to clean and seal the wound.

I suck in sharp breaths of air as my body trembles. It’s hard to focus on anything outside of pleasure, but I’m happy and relieved. I just have one more alpha left to claim, and our pack will be complete.

Omen’s scent hits the bond, and it’s clear he knows what happened. His amusement tickles at my senses, followed quickly by Valor’s confusion.

Damn.

There’s a solid chance I was supposed to have a conversation with them before adding anyone to our bond, but they had to have known it was coming…right?

ChapterNineteen

Valor

Omen joins Shaw and me in the living room after his shower. He lounges on the hideous love seat while Shaw lies stretched out on the couch. They’re both pretending to watch whatever show is on the telly, but I’m fairly sure neither speaks German, so I have no clue why they’re even bothering.

All the furniture looks like something you’d find in the home of some little old lady who only lets you sit on the sofa in the family room because the sitting room is forguests.

It reminds me of Aunt Clara, which makes my chest pang with a familiar ache.

Anytime I think of her, it’s bittersweet.

I loved her like she was my mum, and at the same time, recalling memories of her leads to remembering how sick she was and how quickly she deteriorated. I never want to experience that helpless feeling again.

No matter how badly I ached to fix it, I couldn’t.

That leads to how I met Amato, and my fists clench as I look out over the deck. Thinking of him sends me headfirst down the rabbit hole of regret, but if I hadn’t met him, I never would have met Saylor.

Thinking of the little omega seems to summon her to my mind, but I let out a lowwhooshingsound as comprehension floods in.

She and Leo bonded.

Spinning around, my eyes meet Omen’s.

He looks as surprised as I feel, but his head shakes, and his gaze cuts to Shaw.

I nod to let him know I understand.

It’s not our place to tell him. That’s something that should come directly from one of them.

Turning back to the door, I focus on the fountain, doing my best to block any of my thoughts from spilling into the bond.

I’m not upset.

I saw this coming.

I thought I’d have a little more time to revel in our connection, though. Our bond is still so fresh that my natural instinct is to growl and snarl and make a scene.

Which could be due to the rot.

That’s a possibility. With our bond being so new, it hasn’t had time to fully heal my mind.

I’m not jealous, necessarily.

I might not have grown up in a pack, but from the moment I met Omen, something clicked. I knew we were meant to be pack, and nothing anyone had to say could convince me otherwise.

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