While she sleeps, I feel absolute sated calm, and it isn’t mine alone. I close my eyes and concentrate on Nyxeris.
In an instant, I’m transported to a nice middle-class home, close enough to the beach to see the water on the horizon. My Nyxeris is smiling in the kitchen, bringing plates to the tablewhere Zephyr, Erich, and a copy of me, eagerly await her home-cooked food.
My body jumps violently and I’m back in my room.
Was I…?
I blink, my brow furrowing.
Did I just see Nyseris’ dream?
She lets out a little grumble and snuggles into me a moment before a blue arc of electricity shoots from her fingertips to the bedside lamp, shattering the bulb, plunging the room into darkness.
I wake sometime later with a start.
Nyxeris is still in my arms, barely stirring despite my jump. My knot subsided sometime in the night, cock beneath the blankets, now unbearably free from her cunt.
I had been dreaming, but the images are gone from me now, lying in the dark with my arms wrapped around my mate. My beautiful Omega.
We’d bonded with one another, but it’s clear that I’d been failing my pack. The time for inaction has gone. Now, I must take charge and bring our pack together.
Somehow, I realize this is my destiny.
Although Erich and I don’t get along, I do believe he wants what is best for us, albeit begrudgingly at times. We should be able to converse about our situation, come to an agreement that benefits us all as a group. Make peace.
As for Zephyr… I hardly know the lovely Omega. He’s a mystery to me, aside from the darkness that surrounds his emotions any time he isn’t with our Nyxeris.
It’s time for me to make a change.
Erich
“We need to complete our pack, Erich.”
I nearly spit my soda all over his well-pressed white shirt.
Fucking Laurant.
“Well, ‘hello’ to you, too,” I grumble-rasp on a harsh swallow of cola.
Who the fuck just rolls up on someone out of the blue and says something so life-altering like that?
Not that I didn’t already know what needed to happen. Believe me. I’ve been thinking of almost nothing but this fact for more than a day now.
That chat with Arlowe sparked something inside me.
My nostrils flare of their own accord, and I can suddenly smell it. This fool’s shocking statement had distracted me from something very important.
“Holy shit, you two mated.”
His face is frustratingly impassive. Not even a hint of a gleeful or mocking grin. I know he must feel some level of smug about the whole thing. It was never a secret that I didn’t think they ever would. Either Laurant was too much of a goody-goody, or Nyx had better taste.
To be fair, she had no choice in the mates that fate dealt her, but still. Now we all have to suffer this pompous douche.
Forever.
Laurant sighs, gestures to one of the benches farther away from the back exit of the academy. I squint at him before moving ahead of him to the location and sitting down. He sits a healthy distance from me on the other end, but close enough for me to hear him whisper.
“I’ve been made privy to some information. About incomplete packs.”
