Page 104 of Broken Omega

I shake my head. “He’s just a guy I thought was cute for half a second. There’s no fated connection there.”

“Thank God,” Donnie says. “He seemed like an asshole.”

“He was,” I admit. “I just didn’t realize it until I met you guys.”

The ambulance slows down, and Donnie helps me get up from the stretcher once we’re parked.

“This is it,” Frost says. “I’ll take you up to the apartment. We’ll be back in the morning when our shift is over.”

Kellan gets out first and helps me down onto the street.

The sounds and smells of the bustling city fill my senses.

Excitement runs through me as we start to walk together under the streetlights, the cool, crisp night air making me shivery but not cold.

Out under the stars at night, I feel so alive.

I can hardly believe where I am right now.

I did it. I got out. I’m free.

FROST

River and Donnie agree to respond to any calls alone if they come in while I’m showing Brooke and Kellan up to my old bachelor pad. The small apartment isn’t in the greatest neighborhood, but it’s where I grew up and it’s been hard to make myself get rid of it. I have so many memories of spending time with my mom here as a kid, before she had to go into a care home.

I’d tried to look after her on my own, but she would wander, and I couldn’t hold down a job and keep an eye on her at the same time. Something had to give. I felt guilty as hell the day I admitted that. I had a damn hard time giving up the apartment, but after River moved in with Donnie and I in Crystal Lake, it just didn’t make sense to keep it going anymore. I’d just signed up for a year, but I promised I’d let it go after, and that time is almost up.

“This is it,” I tell my guests, unlocking the door and letting us in.

I come around once a month to clean up and check for mail that needs redirected, so it’s not a complete mess, but it’s also pretty bare bones. The couch is old but comfortable. Same situation with the bed. There are basics in the kitchen and bathroom, and old spare sheets in the bedroom.

“The electricity runs on quarters,” I tell them, tapping my hand off the box on the wall. “There should be a handful in that tin on the counter. Bedroom’s at the back right, bathroom’s back left.”

“Thank you,” Brooke tells me, turning to wrap her arms around me.

Every muscle in my body tenses up. She feels so damn good.

I hesitate to wrap my arms around her and discover how much I crave her touch.

In the end, I stroke one hand down her back lightly, and that’s enough to let me know this woman is mine. She isn’t perfuming, but she doesn’t need to. Instinct would be enough.

I’ve only felt this way twice in my life before now.

Once with Donnie, and once with River.

She steps back and looks at the other guy.

Kellan, an Alpha. He’s attractive in an unassuming kind of way, but he doesn’t make me feel the same way she does. He also doesn’t agitate me. Some Alphas do.

If this guy is a true mate of Brooke’s, he might belong entirely to her.

It’s not uncommon for the bonds between pack members to get complicated.

What I have with Donnie and River is rare.

It’s rarer still that we have a second Omega who’s fated for all three of us.

It’s not a big deal if she has an Alpha mate who’s not going to be in an intimate relationship with anyone but her. I’m kind of glad about it right now, because it means she won’t be left alone tonight.

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