Page 63 of Broken Omega

She gasps softly when I take a step closer, catching her in my arms as she passes out.

I carry my unclaimed mate to the ambulance, determined to take her home and make her mine.

RIVER

Iwatch in the rear view as Donnie brings the girl back into the ambulance, laying her down on the stretcher. She had a strange effect on Frost, and it feels like she’s having the same effect on Donnie.

I keep my hands on the steering wheel, at ten and two, watching my knuckles whiten as I tighten my grip to fend off the shakes that have been coming over me since I realized my position in our pack is being threatened.

The Omega’s allure is undeniable. I feel it as strongly as they do. Stronger, I guess, given than I’m an empath. I’m feeling everything they’re feeling. It’s amplified inside me.

I shouldn’t feel surprised. The Omega looks like she could be a supermodel.

Her scent is light and sweet, but it’s still easy to tell what she’ll taste like.

Those are the addictive perfumes. The delicate but intense ones.

They’re the scents that make you want to get closer.

“What do you mean, she passed out?” Frost asks Donnie, sounding a tiny bit mad.

He sounds like that a lot, so I tell myself it means nothing, but I know better.

He’s attached to this woman already. He might not be willing to admit it, but it’s only the truth.

Donnie didn’t do anything wrong, but Frost is worried about the girl anyway.

He cleared her to leave the ambulance. He’s not happy that she passed out.

“Fell right into my arms,” Donnie murmurs, spiking my jealousy with his dreamy tone.

I’ve only ever heard him use it when he’s talking about me, or to me. It’s special. Ours.

Now, he’s feeling that way about her. A stranger he met five seconds ago.

Fuck. I knew this could never last.

Nothing this good ever does.

“Wake her up,” Frost says.

“What the hell for?” Donnie asks, keeping his voice low.

“She’s not hurt. She just needs to hydrate.”

“She needs way more than that,” Donnie insists. “You feel it, don’t you?”

Frost might seem angry on the surface, and it does go a little deeper than that, but I can tell he’s also conflicted. He feels the same desire that Donnie’s caught up in. The desire that I’m absorbing from them both, regardless of what I want. I’m about to lose my mates to a better Omega, and my dick is harder than it’s ever been in my life.

This is so fucked up. I wish we’d never taken this call.

“She belongs with us,” Donnie goes on. “Tell me you feel it.”

Frost doesn’t answer him. He can’t openly deny what he’s feeling, but he’s rejecting the idea of it.

I don’t know how to feel about that. He wants her, but he doesn’t want to want her.

Does that make me the winner by default?

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