Page 4 of Shattered Omega: Part Two

“I know how harsh he can sound. He’s not… Look. I know this isn’t going to sell you on us, but he’s not always the best, alright? He’s spoiled, but he can be better. I’ve seen it.”

My heart slammed into my ribs uncomfortably.

I’d heard them say they wanted a princess bond—I swear it. And I’dalmostfallen for Dusk, after everything he’d done. Was it possible Eric wasn’t that bad either?

He wanted me.

Theyallwanted me?

Flynn’s scent was too much for me to try and parse this out, I felt like it was weaving into my very soul. My fingers were clammy, sweat beading on my back.

My brain wasn’t working right.

If itwasRansom in that room, could he possibly be as sick as the others? He might die if I didn’t go to him. And he’d got me my registration card. Flynn would understand that.

Nothing made sense. I felt like I was splitting into two different people. One that couldn’t understand why I wasn’t throwing myself at Flynn, and the other that couldn’t understand why I wasn’t already back inside.

“I… I just need a bit of time… to…” I gripped my sleeve with my free hand, needing to clear my head. “To th-think.” Goddammit, I couldn’t think. Not with Dusk and Umbra nearly dying, and now Flynn’s coconut and plum, and… oh… “…My registration card is a really big deal…” That was Ransom—He’d done that for me. And what if he was dying? I couldn’t let the one alpha in the world who’d got me a registration card die because Flynn’s scent of coconut and plum was intoxicating.

God,I was warm.

Too many people.

This was too much.

Dusk and Umbra. Ransom. Now Flynn and the rest of the pack. How was I supposed to think straight with all of these alphas?

“I just need time,” I squeaked, then turned, grabbing the keys from my pocket and fumbled with the lock on the door.

It took me far too long to find the right key. By the time I had, embarrassment had set my blood on fire.

I didn’t breathe a sigh of relief until I’d slammed it shut behind me, not even daring to catch a glimpse at Flynn’s expression.

I kept a hold of the keys in my fist as I looked up at the room again, almost expecting another sound.

None came.

What did that mean?

What would I find, if I went inside?

But if I didn’t go and look, I’d let my mate walk away for nothing.

TWO

SHATTER

Lily of the valley flowed through my system, smoothing every spike of anxiety, and every worry. Every doubt that had been clawing at me since the moment I’d shut the door on Flynn. The scent in the room was cool and earthy, like a forest beneath autumn rain. It was an alpha’s scent: dark and curious in a way it shouldn’t be.

It didn’t have the magnetism of my mates, but it was still strange and overpowering, clogging my throat and lungs, a poison that invaded every cell of my body, slowly drowning me.

I’d just look. Make sure he was safe.

That’s what I’d told myself, but a floorboard creaked underfoot as I stepped further into a broad room, the air growing thicker with lily of the valley. I peered around, taking a moment to adjust to the light of a dim wall lamp. There was another sound from ahead, this time more muffled.

That was when I saw him.

A shadowed figure stood at the head of the bed, fists balled at his side. There were dents across the wall, I noticed, and the side of the bed was in splinters. For a long moment we stared at one another. In the darkness I could just see the spark of light in dark eyes, a tall frame and shaggy, shoulder length hair.

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