Which makes her choice of locations in Kodiak Sector somewhat of a mystery to me.
Why did you allow yourself to nearly freeze to death?I want to demand.
But, instead, I grab a blanket from a nearby couch, and wrap it around her naked body—a body I would have admired a lot more if it weren’t fucking blue.
That doesn’t stop me from holding her close, though.
She’s shivering so hard it’s a miracle she hasn’t bitten her own tongue.
I pinch her chin and tilt her head back so I can stare into her big blue eyes. She looks so small in my arms, sofragile.
And I fucking hate that.
Omegas are meant to be cherished, not abused.
Yet I feel responsible for her current pain. Which is ridiculous since I’m not the one who put her in that water. She did that to herself.
But I am the one who took forever to decode her cryptic notes.
Notes I didn’t even realize were for me until several minutes ago.
Ashlyn and I… we don’t actually know each other. We’ve met, yes. But she doesn’t truly know me. And other than her being a Z-Clan Omega who clearly recognized me the first time we met—suggesting she’s had visions of me in the past—I don’t truly know her.
Not beyond what I’ve read in her journals, anyway.
Journals that I only had access to because she left them to be found. She wanted them to be read, too. That’s why she dropped all those clues on how to find her in Kodiak Sector.
Only, that’s not all she wrote about…
“I’m going to warm you up,” I promise her, my gaze still searching hers. “Then we’re going to talk about those little notes in your journal about Nikiski. And afterward, you’re going to help me find her.”
Because Nikiski owns my heart.
I’ve been hunting for her for years.
My sweet Omega.
My charge.
My little sister…
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ASHLYN
Nomad Lands, Alaska
Come on,Ash,I tell myself.Just… just go out there and face fate.
I’m not this meek Omega. I’m a powerful seer. I… I don’thidein bathrooms.
Except, the Alpha of my literal dreams is standing just outside the door.
My future mate.
Myintended.
I only know that because of my oracle-like gifts, which are both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because I can use them to help others. A curse because they never actually help me.
