Page 90 of Shattered Omega: Part Two

UMBRA

One blink, an explosion of light in the pack bond, and suddenly… we were four.

Ransom straightened where he sat, eyes wide as he looked at me.

I was on my feet in an instant, instinct on high alert.

Shatter was… She was pack.

Then the realisation hit me.

“No…”

Dusk had…No!I was crossing the kitchen in a daze and ripping open the door to his room.

They were on the bed. Shatter was beneath him, hair scattered around her, an oversized t-shirt riding up her hips. Her golden eyes were wide as Dusk pinned her to the bed, his teeth at her neck.

My aura split the air, and Dusk looked up, bright yellow eyes finding me in a second, a glisten of her blood on his lips and trailing down his umber skin.

The world came to a halt.

Iknewwe were different, me and him—I thought, I believed that he had been right for her tonight—but this?

I was upon him in an instant, ripping him from her and slamming him against the wall.

“What have you done?”

After everything she’d gone through.

He was pack lead—I’d never once, before this moment, regretted that. Only, I wasn’t met with the defiance I was expecting. Dusk’s eyes were shocked, darting between mine, absolutely unsure.

“Umbra!”Shatter’s voice caught me off guard, and then she was shoving her petite frame between us, fingers gripping my shirt desperately.“W-wait!”

“Shatter…” My voice was rough. I couldn’t take my gaze from the poisoned mark on her neck, leeching darkness across her skin.

“I…” She was breathing heavily, and she looked afraid. “I asked him to.”

“You what?”

“I…” She trailed off, glancing back at Dusk. “I wanted…”

With me and Ransom in the room, she was getting overwhelmed again, only this time I could feel her panic like it was mine. A twisted ball of darkness and self-doubt—no, no.

That was wrong.

“I wanted…” She pressed back against Dusk, spiralling viciously. But I could feel what she wanted, bundled away deep and hiding behind panic and darkness.

I sank to my knees before her. “Oh, Nightshade…”

She wanted everything I wanted.

She wanted a pack.

“Please d-don’t be mad,” she whispered, voice thick.

Mad that she was ours? I cupped her cheek as she stared at me, still so unsure. “Never.”

But as for Dusk,he was a goddamned?—

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