Page 126 of Shattered Omega: Part Two

“…Hmmm…” She shrank a little, fists balling in the hem of her shirt and tugging at it. “On one hand, he’s mad at you for convincing him to dark bond you…” She trailed off. “But he’s pack lead, so… I have to, right? What if he thinks it’s rude that I haven’t?” She straightened at that and then charged into his room in a rush.

The smile on my face was broad as I watched her pick carefully through the pillows on his bed, as if Dusk had a preference to which she left her scent on. What a ridiculous notion. He’d want her to mark them all.

Then she vanished—into his closet, maybe?

Finally, she returned to his bed, traced a finger along the lamp shade, before leaning down and marking it. Her face fell the moment she’d done it. “Oh… He’s going to think you’re so weird…” She tugged at her hair.

Next thing I knew, she grabbed all the pillows she’d just scent marked and shoved them under his bed.

Then she vanished again to his closet, returning with an armful of clothing. For a moment she seemed to second guess herself, eyeing the doorway and forcing me to duck away.

Was she considering removing them completely?

When I dared peek back around she’d clearly decided not to, stuffing them under his bed also—and giving me another fantastic view of her from behind. Finally, she stopped at the lamp. She stared at it for a long second. Then she grabbed a handful of her shirt and tried to rub at its surface as if that would neutralise the scent mark.

I contained my snort with immense difficulty.

She looked so genuinely concerned. Finally, she unplugged the lamp and stuffed it under the bed with everything else.

Very subtle.

I’m sure Dusk would never notice.

I backed up from the doorway when she looked like she was done, and sat down on the edge of the bed so it looked like I’d just woken up.

She was… well, she was… incredible. How had we managed to find an omega like this? And what was she so worried about, second guessing everything?

The door creaked open, and I glanced up to see Shatter slip in. She froze when she saw me, cheeks going pink. “You’re awake.”

“I am.”

She reached me, and I couldn’t help reaching out and tugging her closer by her hips. She was so fucking beautiful I could stare at her all day.

“I’m sorry—it’s my nest, and you didn’t even wake up with?—”

She cut off as I put a finger to her lips.

“I’m going to need you to stop doing that.”

“What?” she asked, eyes wide.

“Doubting yourself. Your instincts make the rules, alright?”

That, and anxiously warning me when we got back to the school that we were going to meet ‘real’ omegas as if I’d catch sight of one and regret she was ours. I’d been sick for a few years, not born yesterday. Probably best not to tell her I’d spent far too many of my teen years drunkenly partying.

“My… instincts?” she asked.

“Yup.”

“Well…” She looked concerned. “I’m going to have to read through my omega studies textbook again?—”

“No.” Absolutely not. “I don’t want a commercially packaged omega. I want you.”

“You don’t understand, I’m not… I spent a lot of time hidden from alphas, and my instincts?—”

“Are everything we need. No study. No nothing. They’re perfect. If you feel you need to do something, I want you to do it.”

“O-Okay.” She glanced at the door, clearly cycling through everything she’d just done and wondering what I might think.

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