Page 64 of Shattered Omega: Part Two

I wanted to go.

He didn’t let go of my neck when he drew back.

When I glanced up at him, I regretted it, gaze instantly falling to the floor. I’d never been more afraid of my contacts failing. Of them realising I was gold pack.

Not with the strange look in his eyes.

The cruelty kept flickering out for something else. His jaw would tick, muscles on his neck going taut as if shoving me out of this apartment had been the plan, but he didn’t want it to be the plan anymore.

It looked like madness. A monster I didn’t want to provoke.

I just wanted to go.

He had the sharpie in his hand again, and he was writing something across my skin, below my collarbone.

“For Dusk, if you crawl back to him.” He pressed the pen into my hand and drew my chin up roughly, thumb crushing my lips. “I wonder what they’ll do when they see we’ve defiled their precious little prize after she came begging us for attention,” he murmured. “How angry will he be? Maybe he’ll take you back, and the whole school will know they’re nothing but worthless pricks, picking up leftovers from other alphas.”

I don’t know when he’d become angry, but his eyes were burning when he dragged my chin up to face him.

His lips were drawn in a sneer. “But I don’t think any pack will ever want you again.”

I was shaking to my bones, adrenaline scoring my system, horror and sickness drowning me.

This was wrong.

So wrong.

His scent was still cloyingly sweet. He shouldn’t be able to do this to his own mate, but I… I was so broken.

He let me go at last, stepping back, that depravity shadowing his eyes for the briefest second as he took me in, gaze drawn to the bites before he ripped my shirt back over my shoulder. It was dark, I realised. The blood wouldn’t be visible.

That was good.

He held my pencil case to me. I stared at it, desperate need rising in my chest. With my registration card in there, it was the most valuable thing I owned. I reached for it, but Eric pulled it away. Then he turned it, unzipping and upending it across the floor.

I flinched with each clatter of pens and pencils upon hardwood, my breaths tight again. Eric took a step back, glancing down. I took the chance to look, seeing my blue card grazing the toe of his shiny leather shoes.

When I looked back up, he was watching me, something cruel glinting in his eyes. A dare. To watch me scramble at his feet one more time.

It wasn’t dignity that stopped me; it was the pure rocketing fear still in my system. The fear that he might realise, even now, who I was. Or what I was.

My contacts had already failed once.

He was cracking, and my scent could come out at any moment, breaking through the drugs from the terror I hadn’t been able to control.

So, I fled, stumbling down the hallway, side pressed to the wall, too afraid to turn my back on him. He didn’t pursue, and I almost fell down the stairs as I made for the exit.

SIXTEEN

DUSK

Ransom had just woken, made of nothing but terror in the bond, when there was a banging on the door. Umbra reached it first, ripping it open to reveal a deathly pale Roxy Vasilli.

“What?”Umbra’s voice was more full of fear than I’d ever heard it.

“Th-they have her.” She sounded close to tears.

“Shatter?” I demanded.

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