Page 13 of Shattered Omega: Part Two

I’d beat the shit out of Dusk for free.

She stared at me for a moment, and then glanced back to Dusk.“Move!”

“Alright,” Dusk conceded.

Slowly, she lowered the knife, climbing from his back. She watched him cautiously as he got up, a flicker of worry in hereyes as she dropped her gaze to Ransom who was now curled up and heaving ragged breaths.

That drew me up. It was worry in her eyes. Genuine worry. It was flooding down the little omega bond we had, too, weak as it was.

For… Ransom?

I mean, he’d be fine. His aura got way more unstable than this, but she didn’t know that.

The world shifted in that moment, and I might have caught the same from Dusk down the pack bond as we both watched her.

Something about her changed, her scent becoming something I’d never felt. Protective. Seductive.

Soveryomega.

I’d do anything she asked right now. I’d get on my knees and kiss her cute little toes if that’s what she wanted.

“Carry him to my nest,” she said.

I was on my feet in a moment. “I’ll do it,” I offered—especially now I knew more nest invites were on the table.

“NO!” Her voice was shrill.“You”—She jabbed the knife in Dusk’s direction—“will carry him, or I won’t fix him.”

I grinned. She just wanted an excuse to tell him what to do, I knew it. Also—such a little liar. Of course she’d fix him.

Dusk cocked his head, considering her for a long moment. Then, without argument, he went to the drawer and dug out Ransom’s cuff keys. When he’d freed Ransom’s wrists, he leaned down and dragged him to unsteady feet. Shatter hurried after them, trying to stifle her shock as Dusk began hauling Ransom down the hallway.

And she had no idea that she’d just witnessed something we’d been dreaming of for months.

“Food and… and tea,” I heard her mutter once we got to the door of her nest.

“Tea?” Dusk asked, turning to her.

“Y-yes.” She cleared her throat, lifting the knife again. “We need food and tea. H-he needs taking care of.”

“Okay.”

She glanced at me as Dusk failed to argue, as if she couldn’t understand. Then I saw a little flicker of boldness in her eyes, and she flipped from nervous to brat, hedging her bets in an instant.

“Green tea. Marmalade on toast.”

Dusk raised an eyebrow, a half smile on his lips. “What?”

She narrowed her eyes, snarl returning to her lips. “Green tea and marmalade on toast.”

His grin was white teeth and crimson blood. “We don’t have marmalade.”

“Then fucking get some.”

I was smiling like an idiot as Dusk got Ransom to the bed.

Indigo Berry Blast, turned out, was the perfect flavour for this.

Half-patched.

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