Page 146 of Shattered Omega: Part Two

Fuck.

Yes.

When I drew away, she was panting, cheeks pink and cute.

I wished we had more time tonight. How I wanted to see her come apart for me until she broke for me again. I loved her.

I loved that, even in this dress, she was shy, anxious Shatter underneath it all. My omega.

It made it so much sexier.

Also, Roxy’s makeup was perfectly fine, so she wouldn’t have my head.

When I stood, she also got up, even if she was unsteady with the heels and her climax. “It’s not dangerous, what you’re doing tonight, is it?” she asked.

“Nothing like that.” It was a long shot more than anything else, but now I had dreams of glasses and banana splits, so I’d try whatever there was to try.

I tugged a handkerchief from my pocket.

“This is the one to scent mark?” she asked.

I nodded. She knew I was trying for answers tonight.

She drew it along her jaw, her scent dousing the air. I tucked it into my pocket.

“I love you.”

Warmth bloomed in my chest, hearing her whisper those words to me, and I seized her by the hair, drawing her up into a kiss, a growl in my chest.

For a moment, I forget everything else.

I forgot the weight I carried.

I needed answers from Vandle because I couldn’t hide the truth from her forever. It was a truth that even Dusk hadn’t noticed.

I was at the front line.

The sickness always reached me first.

I hated it, and it didn’t make sense because I knew Shatter was perfect. She’d saved Ransom—saved us all.

But when Shatter had entered the bond, it hadn’t stabilised.

At first I thought I must be imagining it, but with every day that passed, it had become impossible to ignore. My nightmares grew like stretching shadows in the evening, claws extending, a darkness getting closer and closer.

Even now I had to check that my blade was in my pocket.

The thing that kept me safe when I had to leave her side.

Because since Shatter had joined our pack, my sickness was getting worse faster than it ever had before.

And tonight, I had to get answers.

THIRTY-FIVE

DUSK

The ballroom was decorated similarly to how it had been the night of the choosing. Crystal chandeliers adorned the ceiling, their lights reflecting off every surface to bathe the room in a warm glow. The second floor had been opened up as the guest count went beyond just academy students.

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