Page 14 of Shattered Omega: Part Two

Thiswasmy family. She completed it.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Shatter,” Dusk murmured, drawing her close once Ransom was settled. She narrowed her eyes, fist squeezing the knife, even if it was down at her side. “Our sweet omega brat with so many things for me to punish.”

I saw her shiver.

Ransom’s growl rose in the air, but Dusk was already letting her go.

“Just getting her ready for you, mate.”

Ransom lunged for Dusk, but Shatter intercepted—which was good because he could barely hold himself up. She turned on Dusk.“Get. Out!”

Dusk raised his hands in defeat.

Her scent had changed again. Not just soothing, but absolutely full of lust. I noticed how hot her cheeks were as she set the knife aside and began grabbing pillows from the bed to tuck around Ransom. He was still breathing heavily, and she paused to place her hand on his cheek. He relaxed, leaning into her touch.

Through the bond I felt him surface—a flicker of something human clawing its way from his soul to reach for her.

I smiled.

I could watch this forever, but then I sipped again, only to hear the loud slurping sounds of my straw reaching the end of my drink. She spun, fire blazing in her eyes as she took me in, smoothie still in my fist.

Only mildly sad that the drink—and show—was over, and I backed out after Dusk. I had to let her get to work. She was taking care of our pack mate in her nest, after all.

“Where are you going?” I asked as Dusk searched the apartment for keys before grabbing his spare set.

“To the store to get her knock-off jam. Anddon’t—” He jammed a finger at me, looking entirely insane with a huge bruise blossoming across half his face “—even think about burning her toast. She gets my toast, or none at all.”

The door slammed, but through the bond I felt nothing from Dusk but pure joy.

FIVE

SHATTER

This was just temporary. I kept telling myself that.

This pack wasn’t mine, but Ransom needed me. For the first time, I felt like myself. A proper omega. As if this was something I could do.

Something I wasmadefor.

I followed my instincts, for once never worried about if I was doing it right. I didn't worry about who I was or had been, or if I was too broken to fix someone else.

I wasn’t.

Iwasan omega, and this was mine.

Ransom was coming back to me, tucked in pillows and blankets, and curled in my arms.

After a while I heard a polite knock on the door, and dared to leave Ransom’s side long enough to answer it, unsure of what to expect.

It was Dusk. He was holding a tray with steaming tea and a stack of toast. Beside it was a knife and a pot of marmalade.

I stared at it for an age, eyes catching on one thing in particular.

Ateapot…? That hadn’t been in their kitchen before.

Heightened omega instincts sent stars to my eyes as I fixated on it. It was beautiful, painted with a scattering of rhombuses and diamonds that almost had me snatching it from the tray and burrowing under the covers with it.

Ohboy,did I need to shed some hormones. Especially since Dusk was paying close attention to my reaction.

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