—danger—
—to everyone.
Fuck. I groaned as pain crawled through my skull.
My head swam, and another growl vibrated up my throat. I spun, my eyes landing on the cluttered dining table. In another flash of rage, I swiped my arm over the surface. Everything that had been sitting there a second before flew across the trailer. It relieved the anger coursing through my veins like adrenaline… for a second.
Then it was replaced by another wave.
I huffed and staggered to the couch. Plopping down, I left one leg draped off the side. I stared up at the ceiling, willing the familiar sight to stay in place while I took slow, deep breaths.
I couldn’t lose my grip.
I can’t?—
—need to?—
—stay calm.
Since meeting Daze, he had always been the force that grounded me, kept me sane. When he was near, I could always find my way back from the brink of insanity. I could center myself, claw my way back to reality.
Now?
Now I’d run him off to keep distance between us, and it was splintering my control.
But truthfully, he couldn’t help me. Not in any way that mattered. Not really.
He was just a beta, and regardless of my feelings for him, he would never be able to solve my biggest issue.
There was only one cure for a rogue alpha—a mate bond—and with how few omegas were left to claim, it was as good as a death sentence.
Ever since my last bond broke, when my ex-mate tried to murder me and I had to kill them instead, my soul had been seeking stability. Searching, hopelessly, for the one thing I truly needed.
I needed a mate.
Daze could never be that for me.
He could comfort me, talk me off the ledge, be there for me in my moments of darkness, but he couldn’t cure me. Eventually, I would lose the fight, and the rogue haze would swallow me.
I would have to face that reality sooner or later.
Hopefully not before I found an omega…
At the thought of an omega, every muscle in my body clenched, and red washed across my vision. I gripped the back of the couch, and over the steady pound of blood in my ears, I heard the material rip.
I had to get my mind off the feral instincts seeping through my system like venom, intent on poisoning my mind.
Pain burst in my temples, and I growled.
Shit.
Would anyone hear me?
Maybe…
But what could they do?What could anyone do?
If I lost control, if I went rogue, I would hurt everyone around me.
