Page 61 of Crash Course Omega
If I end up winning the world championships because Jaxx keeps dropping back, I’ll never fucking forgive him.
“It looks like you have things to talk about,” Jaxx says, looking between the both of us.
“Or do you just want us to talk?” she asks, quirking a brow.
“Who knows? Maybe that’s another one of life’s mysteries.”
She smiles in a way I really don’t like.
Another thing that pisses me off is that he’s tall enough that he actually needs to bend down as he smooths his hand over her waist to pull her close.
“I’ll see you later,” he hums, pressing a kiss against her cheek.
And, when he pulls back, she’s looking at him exactly how an omega will look at her alpha.
She sighs softly as he lets her go, swanning off in that annoying relaxed way of his. The reporter from before finds him, and he’s dropped into his element as he becomes the center of attention. And hopefully Harmony’s out of his mind.
“What are you doing with him?” I say the instant he’s out of earshot.
Her gaze hops around, focusing on all the people surrounding us. But I’m too pent up for this, and my alpha senses are telling me to step closer to her so I can scent mark her.
“Let’s not do this here, Maddock. There are cameras around. People are waiting to talk to you.”
“But you’re happy to have photos with him and not me?”
“It’s not about that. Can we talk somewhere else?”
“So, you’re actually willing to have a conversation with me?”
“Only if you stop acting like this.”
If she really wanted to separate from me, she would have rejected me when she left.
She doesn’t even need to be with me to reject me. There’s always a fear that one day I’ll feel the break out of nowhere, and our relationship will be gone.
But as she folds her arms, shock ricochets through my body as I see a semi-circle mark on her hand.
I choke, my arm shooting forward to grasp her wrist, pulling it straight towards my face.
Harmony cries out as she tips forward, and I catch her, my arm going straight around her back like I used to. I hold her close, her body presses against mine, and she doesn’t fight me or try to pull back.
Instead, there’s a gasp, but I can’t tell from who as my gaze bores into the bite mark on her hand.
“What the fuck is this?” I hiss, my heart exploding as pure panic rips through me. “Who the hell did this to you?”
Fear barrels through me as I suddenly realize I might have missed my chance. All those years of telling her to wait until we were ready for a bite, and she bonds with someone within weeks of showing up again.
Her eyes widen and her face pales as she yanks her arm back, pushing at my chest. And I hate that I let her go.
I can’t breathe, I can’t think. A rage bursts in me as I realize she’s already mated with someone else, and she hasn’t told me. That bite mark is too fresh. And there’s only one person who I know has been with her for sure in the past few days.
“Was it Jaxx? Did he—” I break off, pain plunging through me and twisting my insides. “Did you bond with him?”
“No,” she whispers, still glancing around. “I did this to myself. But we can’t talk about this here. Please, Maddock. Can we go somewhere else?”
I’m willing to do whatever she wants as long as I get a fucking answer.
Fuck the podium, fuck the stupid trophy. It’s Jaxx’s win, anyway. They can spray champagne over each other and pat him on the back for a good fucking job while I find out why my omega had teeth marks buried in her hand.
