Page 58 of Shattered Omega: Part Two

He liked me.

If I closed my eyes, I could pretend that. But when I did, Eric held me deep enough I couldn’t breathe, and I had to open them again. Then, I could see his cruelty. I could see Gareth leaning against the wall with his phone, filming me. My pencil case was in his grip. He’d taken it from me when Flynn had forced me on my knees.

I fixed my gaze on the lamp by the bedside as Eric dragged me over him again.

Don’t cry.

I was with my mates. I had everything I’d come for. They knew who I was, and they loved me.

“You feel so fucking good, little stalker,” Eric groaned.

My world began with pain, metal walls, and silence.

I was strapped down, and one word flashed on the blaring screens. Big, red, blocky letters.

ERROR

ERROR

ERROR

The word blinked over and over into the cold silence, branded into my brain with the pain that racked me timelessly.

My beginning.

The moment my memories began.

Alone in a room—or so I’d believed until the scents from beneath my gurney began to curdle with the sterile air.

Flynn roughly tugged at my shirt, ripping past the first few buttons.

There was no reason to be afraid.

Flynn’s hand fumbled at my neck, searching for something.

What was he doing?

It didn’t matter…I was like that blinking sign. An error. Broken. Told I would never be wanted. But now, they loved me.

I wastheiromega.

This was everything I’d come for?—

The story I told died in an instant as Flynn tore away my necklace.

N-no!

Dusk. Umbra. Ransom.

A sob caught in my chest, panic surging in a torrent as I tried to cling to the lies.

I loved them. They were my mates, and I loved them—Teeth grazed my skin and I jolted in terror.

No no no. My mates loved me. They wanted to bite me. A princess bond, like I’d heard them dreaming of.

But I felt the flicker of a real bond, and it tore through every delusion, dragging me into a void. It was a lurking shadow. A promise like I’d never felt as Flynn’s teeth broke my skin.

I went deathly still.

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