Page 94 of Crash Course Omega
It's been three years of waiting for her, and suddenly he’s the one she moons over. He’s the one who got to be with her when she stepped out of the car smelling like everything that I’d dreamed of for so long. If she has to choose between anyone, Jaxx will be the one who will win in the end based on his smile alone.
“There’re conditions for Harmony forming a pack, even if she hasn’t realized it yet. And you’re it, Maddock. There’s no way she’s going to be with us unless you get your shit together and make a move towards resolving whatever happened between you two. I can blab at you all I want about how I feel about her, but she won’t make a decision about being a pack unless she knows you’re there with us too.”
I’ve always regretted the way Harmony and I left things, and I've spent endless hours thinking of all the ways I could apologize to her. I could list out the things I did wrong, the ways I could be better, and what I could do to make sure she was the happiest omega in the world. I'd never talk to her about racing again if that's what she wanted. But I’m not sure I have another chance with her anyway.
“Do you really think that?” I ask him.
“I think if you pull your finger out and stop acting like this all the time, maybe we have a shot at actually going somewhere withouromega.”
I open my mouth to reply, but Jaxx suddenly slaps his hand against my arm, gripping me hard, shock bursting on his face.
“Something’s wrong,” he hisses.
I snap my head to the track, instantly searching for her car. It has to be Harmony; I can’t think of Jaxx looking like that about anyone else.
I glance at the comms booth, and everyone apart from the director is staring at the screens intensely.
We can all see it. It isn’t just because the director is basically performing acrobatics in the air as she races towards us.
I’ve watched Harmony drive since she was seven, and I know her style as much as I do mine.
But anyone can see from the way she keeps slowing down and picking up speed, how she keeps swerving on the corners, even how she keeps hesitating on the straights that it isn’t right.
“Are they going to keep making her drive like that? It just looks dumb,” Jaxx growls beside me.
“I don’t know. I don’t like it. Jacob should have stopped them by now.”
“Go and complain to them then, get them to pull her off.”
I pause, looking up at him, expecting him to be grinning at me like he’s making fun of me, but his expression is just as serious as mine. I don’t know whether we can actually make them stop. But my alpha senses are telling me we need to get her out of that car. The shoot was too unplanned, and the stuntmen driving behind her need at least another month on the track if they’re going to pull off the kind of moves we can see them going for. From the way Jaxx is switching his weight from one foot to another, he’s just as anxious.
We take off running down the stands. We’re nearly at the comms box when we hear the screech.
She’s just in our line of sight, close enough for us to hear the director yell from the tent, hear the shouts from the crew, and watch as a stuntman hits her and sends her hurling over the gravel to smash into the barrier.
And the world goes silent as the entire car crumples. The nose flies one way as the tail flies the other; a lone wheel rolls away as the main body of the car mashes up against the stacks of tires that cushion the blow.
It’s like a silent scream ringing inside me as Jaxx and I fling ourselves through the barrier door and keep running.
Until the fire starts. And the quiet ringing in my ears explodes into pure terror.
The stuntmen in their cars try to stop, but there’s no way they can manage it, and another pair slams into each other, both of them sailing in different directions. But none of them hit the barriers, and the worst damage looks like a broken wing.
But Jaxx and I keep running towards them. She’s so far away it feels like it’s too late as the fire picks up and the safety team reaches her first.
By the time we get there, they’re already spraying foam onto the car. An on-site ambulance pulls up as the other racers get themselves back to the pits and out of the way.
Another member of the safety crew has dived into the flames and is already peeling her out of the car.
And my heart plunges at how limp her body is.
I’m already pushing through the medics, my senses going wild at the sight of my omega being handled by other alphas. They can’t touch her; I’m the only one she needs. I can’t let them anywhere near her when she’s in danger. I don’t care if they’re trying to treat her. She’s my omega, and I have to be the one to take care of her because I have missed out on her life for three years, and everything is my fault.
“Harmony,” I croak, trying to get towards her, but something is holding me back. I snarl, trying to fight against it, but whoever grips my shoulders is too strong.
“Maddock.” Jaxx’s voice cuts through me with a sudden snarl. “Maddock, you’ve got to let them through.”
“She’s my omega,” I wheeze, trying to tell the medics I need to go with her as an ambulance speeds onto the track. “I have to—”
