It’s Nyx’s.
I sit up in bed with a start, brow tightly drawn, breath coming fast.
I need to be with her. There’s nothing to protect us from any longer, aside from death. And we could all die after nextquarter’s auction. I wouldn’t put it past these monsters to auction most of us off in one grand gathering of the global territories. Some feigned show of strength.
Then we’ll be separated, forced to go to war to fight and die for lands we have likely never seen.
Perhaps we’d even be pitted against one another in battle.
Dying together, in her arms, would be blissful in comparison. I know she would agree.
I throw off the covers, pull on a pair of slacks, shove my bare feet into a pair of loafers, slide my arms through the nearest button-down shirt I can find, and burst through my door into the hall without closing either the door or my shirt.
I can feel the thoughts of the guards as I slink down the hallway, always out of sight, always following many steps behind their path. I keep myself open to feeling the emotions of those around me to guide my movements as I creep down the curved stairway to the third floor, slide along the wall in shadow until I see her door. When I’m certain no one is near, I dash across the hall and rap on it, soft but firm.
There’s rustling inside the room before the door swings open, and my fierce goddess of an Omega stands before me, jaw set, eyes flaring, a ball of blue crackling electricity in her raised fist.
Recognition washes over her, and she gapes at me, her breath catching as the blue lightning vanishes from her grasp and her arm falls to her side.
Twice, she attempts to speak, her mouth opening and closing, and I grin at her like a fool, chest filled with so much love, I’m nearly overwhelmed. Then I do something I’ve never done before: step over the threshold and into her bedroom.
After gently closing the door behind my back, I pull Nyx into my bare chest, enveloping her in my arms and squeezing tightly.
She sighs against my skin before her arms snake around my waist, under my open shirt.
Her scent increases the longer we’re joined, fresh fallen autumn leaves mixed with ozone, like a sweet rainy day, fill my lungs and make me long for a cozy cottage in the country. Somewhere we could raise a family in safety. A place we deserve.
Nyx pulls back from my embrace just enough to look into my eyes, her pale hand moving up to caress my jaw. Her warm fingertips flutter against the stubble I haven’t shaved in the last few days, glide down my neck, then sternum. My breath stutters in time with hers, growing ragged as both our scents further intensify, mingling and filling the room. My cock stiffens, and I groan, pulling her body back against mine, pressing myself into her belly, dipping my face down into the crook of her neck with a sigh.
I want her so badly, my entire body aches for her touch.
When I open my mouth to tell her as much, there’s a loud knock at the door.
Erich
Ican smell them together behind the door.
And I hate it.
For eleven years, I’ve pined for Nyx. The Omega with blood-red hair and big dark eyes showed up in the system at thirteen, scared and quiet.
When I caught her scent, it was like a punch to the heart.
I was fifteen then, a disgruntled young Alpha with an “attitude problem,” but my curse made me an offensive prodigy, therefore valuable, so I got away with a lot of shit.
I may have stalked Nyx a little. Watched over her and made sure no one gave her problems.
But I never approached her. Not even when those chocolate eyes would meet mine, sometimes briefly, sometimes not.
I valued her life far too much to get close to her.
The two years we were separated, me here and her still at the juvie facility, were the darkest of my life.
Every day, I was like a caged animal, seething and pacing as I awaited her arrival. That was when I took to tats and piercing, finding a couple of Alphas who had the equipment and know-how, and who were certain they’d be auctioned soon.
I still have their tools hidden away in my room, a little shrine to their memory.
When Nyx finally did arrive, it was a balm for my rage. Her scent, her presence, even from afar, calmed me in a way I never realized I’d needed.
