Page 75 of Broken Omega

He rolls his eyes. “All I know is you’re crazy.”

He clearly doesn’t know how adorable he is, or he wouldn’t be so dubious about how our newly discovered true mate will react to him. I’ve tried to show him, but he always tells me I’ve lost my mind if I think whatever he’s just done is cute, sexy, or some combination of the two.

“What does that make you for loving me?” I tease, as I wrap an arm around him.

“I guess I must have kind of thing for crazy people,” he says, as he turns to face away from me.

“Onlykind ofa thing?” I laugh as I hug him closer.

“Hmm,” he murmurs, lips curling into a smile. “Well, okay. It’sdefinitelya thing.”

“I’m so glad to hear it.”

He laughs. “Go to sleep.”

“Maybe I will.”

FROST

The heat of the shower usually helps to wash the night away. Coming home steeped in chaotic energy is part of the job. Letting go of that energy is the only way to keep ourselves together.

Donnie usually releases it by running. He goes out and comes back refreshed.

I release mine under the spray of hot water, allowing the warmth to relax me while I metaphorically, and occasionally literally, scrub the nightshift off my skin.

Last night’s chaos was tame, compared to others, but it was packed with an intensity that won’t let go no matter how hard I scrub, or how long I stand under the stream.

Every time I think about the blonde, I’m filled with the same desperate desire that I get around River. The feeling fills me with physical urges and instincts, but there’s more than just lust and a feral need to mark her as mine. River needs my protection as well as my love. She’s the same.

With one exception that I ignored because of my existing bond with River.

She needs to be rescued before I can give her everything else she needs.

I saw her disappointment when she awoke from her faint to realize we hadn’t left the academy grounds. She doesn’t want to be there, and I should have known that the second I felt our bond.

Of course she doesn’t belong there. She belongs with us.

Turning off the water, I let out a deep sigh.

However hard it is for River to accept it, she’s supposed to be with us.

I shouldn’t have ignored that. I messed up, and I’m going to have to find a way to fix it.

After grabbing one of Donnie’s fluffy Cookie-Monster-blue towels, I dry myself off.

There’s no way in hell I’m going to be able to sleep today.

I step out into the hallway and discover River let Donnie into his room. One little inhale of breath is all I need to know that’s why Donnie isn’t still standing in the hallway. River’s perfume has been stifled by the high dose of suppressants he’s using to keep his Omega status under wraps, but I can still tell when he’s aroused, even from the other side of the house.

That hint of sweetness on the air is light enough to escape the notice of a regular person, but as River’s mate and Alpha I’ll never not be able to tell when it’s him.

It takes some of my tension away knowing Donnie’s taking care of our Omega.

He’s so intuitive it feels like he’s the Omega, at least some of the time.

When we first met, I was certain he was an Omega passing for a Beta.

Then, I saw his determined, decisive side and he felt like an Alpha.

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