Even though sleeping feels like the last thing I want to do.
I can feel my rational thoughts starting to trickle away, replaced by the haze of heat hormones and fuckery that will end up with me on my back and my pack buried balls deep inside me.
My inner muscles squeeze aggressively around my empty core.
Shit. Must not think about that.
My fingers grasp the bag at the same time as a banging on the door rings through the house. I let out a whimper as I drag it down to the floor with me, turning to face the endless expanse that I’ve just crossed. It feels like miles.
But they’re here. They felt it. They’re coming for me.
The bag slips from my fingers as a new burst of energy propels me back out of the doors and down the hallway.
My mind is hazy, something niggling there, but it’s suffocated under the blanket of want.
Once they’re here, it will all be better.
It takes an eternity to pull myself up using the ornate bronze handle, for my shaking fingers to fumble with the latch.
They’reherethey’reherethey’rehere.
It pulses in my chest. Tristan will know what to do.
I slump against the doorframe as I finally manage to haul it open, my hazy eyes desperately seeking the familiar sight of my Soul Bonded.
Wrong.
Wrong scent, wrong person.
Not my Soul Bonded.
Flaming red hair swims in my shaky vision, bright red lips stretching into a slow, victorious smile.
“Well, isn’t this interesting?”
Backing away, my legs give out as I collapse. A hand grips my arm, sharply pointed nails digging into the soft skin underneath. “Where are my Cohens, little omega bitch?”
I try fruitlessly to pull away from her grip, the small bite of pain nothing in comparison to the burning inside me. “Get… away.”
My words slur into the air.
“Don’t be silly,” the voice coos. “There’s nobody here to help you, omega. Seems like I came along at just the right time, hmm? And I know exactly what you need.”
The fingers tighten further, and then I’m being dragged back down the hall, back into the bright light of the kitchen that makes a whine curl up the back of my throat. My feet slide across the cold stone of the floor before cool air hits my face.
I try to unclasp the fingers gripping me, but there’s a slapping sound, my head reeling to the side. Nausea swims up my throat as I gag.
“Disgusting. Come along now. We don’t have all day. Good job I planned for this, hmm?”
Little slices of pain erupt across my knees, my legs as she pulls me along the path, my skin embedding in the gravel.
“Of course, I had thought I’d be here for the grand finale. But it’s funny how things turn out.”
There’s a clunking sound, the squeal of rusty doors opening.
The gravel under my skin gives way to cold concrete.
“In you go.” The fingers withdraw suddenly, and I land heavily on my hip, crying out as I roll over. The jolt shakes the barest amount of clarity back into my mind. Shaking, I curl up into a ball, my eyes blinking up at Alicia as she stands over me.
