Page 67 of Shattered Omega: Part Two

“There she is!”

Rough hands grabbed me, and there was a sound of laughter. An unfamiliar scent of chamomile flooded my senses. That was an alpha. I tried to pull away, but an aura hit the air.

“W-Wait?—”

There were two of them.

“Said you ran off into the grounds after they rejected you,” one was saying. “Didn’t seem to mind the idea of another pack picking up their seconds.”

“Let go!”

I heard a laugh. “No one's going to believe you. We’ve got a video saying the Kingsman slut is looking for out-of-pack company.”

They’d seen the video?

My… my mates had sent it out to everyone…

“N-No.” The world was still spinning. I couldn’t think straight.

I was shaking. My scent. I had to calm down.

How much stress had I been under tonight?

I’d fought so hard to keep calm, but my scent could come out at any second, adrenaline burning through the blockers.

I’d be dead.

My breath caught as a pain shot over my scalp. Someone was dragging me up. I wasn’t going to make it.

Pathetic. Weak. Five minutes on my own and?—

I whined as the alpha’s grip tightened, dragging my arms behind me.“Don’t!”

“No one’s buying it,” a nasty voice said. “You’re a little freak, stalking alphas who don’t want you.”

I whimpered as a hand clamped around my neck. Shock burned through my system, a fissure scoring deep into my sanity.

I wasn’t ready.

I’d survived my mates.Just.

This was too much?—

Another aura split the air; it was shaky static and held so much power that it drew the alpha up. He spun, searching for the source.

Umbra.

I saw him standing just up stone steps from the alphas who held me, sandstorm eyes dark in the night as he looked down at us.

He’d come for me?

It was one, tiny flicker of hope in darkness as the fragments of my shattered life tumble down around me.

My whimper slipped out as I tried to reach for him, his storm of wolfsbane and blood in the air. But it was different—the iron tang of blood consuming it.

Hewas different.

His eyes were fixed on them, devoid of the tender, caring alpha I’d come to know. His low growl echoed around the space, and the alphas let me go, turning tail and fleeing.

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