Page 52 of The Omega's Bloodlinem: Part Two

“I shouldn’t have been fighting. It’s not like me.”

Lockdown can get the best of anyone.

I was the one who put people back together, not the one who fell apart. I couldn’t afford to fall apart with so many relying on me, no matter what Haru said.

“I’m not being a good mate to you either.”

I promise I’m not feeling neglected. At no point in our relationship have I ever expected you to put me above the nest. You can love me and believe me to be important, but I still respect your responsibilities.

“I’m just struggling. I love you so much and I never want you to feel like you’re falling by the wayside.”

Haru stuck his nose to my cheek, golden eyes staring down at me.I don’t, so put that worry out of your head.

I let out a sigh. “Okay.”

Logan was concerningly quiet in the bond but that was presumably because they’d knocked her out to work on her. I hated not knowing. My only consolation was that Kendrick had also been temporarily stripped of his authority.

I wrapped my arms around Haru, burying my face in their fur.

Want me to go bite Kendrick?

I gave a sharp laugh. “I don’t think that would get us out of this situation any faster.”

No, but I would enjoy myself.

“I can’t encourage it. I let go once and look what happened. I need to get back to a state where I have control.”

Corralling my mind away from the potential of Logan dying was a constant battle. She healed quickly, but she didn’t know how to use her magic well, and no one was going to make her come in an operating room to replenish the magic she needed to heal. In theory Haru and I could assist with that through the bond, but I had never felt less like fucking someone than I did right now, and Logan’s power was dependent on pleasure, not pressure. Doing something I wasn’t wholeheartedly into would serve no purpose.

“Maybe we should open the nest to witches too.”

Certainly wouldn’t hurt to have more magic on location if this ever happens again.

Witches and shifters didn’t have a negative relationship, but we didn’t intermingle all that much. It was more difficult for all of us as the world modernized, nudging us closer together so we could figure out ways to navigate the new human systems. Logan deserved to be around other witches, deserved the camaraderie that came with being near your own kind, and she still had so much to learn.

Haru wiggled on top of me, their movements exaggerated, their nose thrust against my cheek and sniffing wildly until I let out a laugh.

“What was that?”

You were thinking too hard. Stressing isn’t going to help anyone.

“If I could turn it off, I would.”

Why don’t you look through Logan’s fancy book. See if there’s anything that helps with witch healing.

Although it was probably a fruitless endeavor, Haru was right. I needed something to occupy my mind while we waited.

I’d been reading for a couple of hours, finding nothing of particular use, Haru’s head in my lap, when the door opened. Caden slipped inside and we both turned toward him with our full attention.

“How is she?” I asked.

“Alive.”

Stable?

“Praise the gods, yes. I wouldn’t have left her side otherwise.”

“You could’ve told us through telepathy,” I pointed out.

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