Page 11 of Shattered Omega: Part Two

Her bite.

A connection with Shatter.

And Ransom was awake. And both of them were fucking.

Obviously.

Puzzle piece A: rutting, and puzzle piece B: heat.

I hadn’t even needed to open his door to know, though I listened for a while because fuck me, those were somehotsounds.

But that was his first time with her, and I needed to go and get us Indigo Berry Blast smoothies from a shop down the street. (They were, I decided, halfway to banana splits). A good compromise, since Ransom was still a bit feral, and Shatter still had her scent matches that she was all possessive about. So we really needed a halfway point.

I’d had to step over a Dusk-omega-rollup on the way out, which meant she’d even softened to him.AndI had a bandage on my wrist held together by sellotape and hair clips, so we were inreallygood shape.

Except when I returned, tray of half-patched-family smoothies in hand, it was to find the apartment in a state of war.

It looked as if a bomb had gone off, and, in the midst of it, there was a colossal alpha brawl like no other.

Debris littered the kitchen island and couches. The balcony was basically gone, splintered wood all that remained, and the TV was cracked and hanging half off the wall like someone had been thrown into it.

Ransom and Dusk were absolutely off the walls right now—and I didn’t find Shatter cowering in a corner as two alphas brawled across our apartment.

No.

When I walked in, Shatter was joining in—or trying to, bless. Right now she was wrapped around Dusk from behind as he backed up against the couch. Her fingers were woven through his hair, dragging his neck into an arch as Ransom sent a fist flying into his face.

Her hormones were thick in the air, and she was in heat rage. I hadn’t even really known that was a thing—but I was definitelylooking at it. I could feel it through our special bond. Lust and rage. She was wielding nightshade like furious wildfire in the air.

She sure might act all small, fragile and cute, but Shatter was unbreakable.

I placed the tray in the fridge, since they wouldn’t be having theirs all that soon by the look of it, then returned my attention to the scene.

“Isaid—!”Shatter snarled, “—Don’t hurt him!”

“He’sattackingme!” Dusk tried to duck another blow from Ransom’s fist while also shielding Shatter.

“You deserve it!”

Ransom was in full alpha fury right now, muscles taut, face contorted in viciousness as he launched for Dusk again. Dusk, who’d just managed to shake Shatter off and drop her on the other side of the couch, darted in the other direction.

“Come on, mate,” Dusk was saying, though there was a hint of humour in his voice. “You should go back to banging her.”

Ransom rolled his shoulders, then pounced.

Definitelystill in a rut. Just now, he wasn’t fucking it out of his system.

I scratched my head, then winced. There was a tender lump the size of an egg on it—though none of my memories quite explained that injury.

Strange…

I brushed it off, focusing again on the fight.

The question was,howwas Ransom in the living room? There were still cuffs on his wrists.

Odd, really.

Philosophy class would tell me that rather than askinghowhe got free, instead askwhyhe got free.

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