“Do you want to do the garlic bread?” I ask her. She just nods, some of her hair covering her face as she gets to work. She’s easily the smallest woman here, and she seems on the frail side.
Ink and the broody male Omega stare at her all while she helps me with dinner, and my nosy-ass wants to know why.
“What’s the deal with the male Omega?” I ask her quietly.
“He’s my stupid fucking cousin,” she says back in a whisper. “He shouldn’t be here,” she adds with irritation laced in her voice.
“None of you should be here,” I correct her, and it’s clear that she doesn’t understand the context as her eyes widen. “No, what I mean is that none of you should have been taken in the first place. No one deserves what they were doing to Omegas.”
Her posture relaxes as she nods her head.
I’m browning the meat when I feel it.
Pain, anguish, and fear race through the bond. I drop the spoon and fall to the floor, clutching my head.
“What’s wrong?” Quinn shrieks, but she doesn’t touch me.
“Fuck,” I hear Ink hiss from the other room.
He isn’t able to get around easily, needing to grab his crutches first. He’s on his way over to me, but my vision is going black. What is happening with Cash right now?
I can’t lose him.
Haven’t I lost enough already?
I hear voices around me, but it just feels like I’m underwater, nothing makes sense. Cash is in so much pain and is fading quickly, our bond nearly hanging on by a thread.
Cash is supposed to be the strong one, the one that holds everything together with his quiet, reassuring presence. I need him to be okay, I can’t—I won’t—be able to go on without him.
My heart races in my chest, feeling like it’s cracking, and it’s the final blow before I shatter, breaking into a million tiny shards.
A firm hand grabs my jaw, and I blink at the man holding my face so roughly. It’s the male Omega, Quinn’s cousin.
“I need you to pull your shit together. I can’t have you on the back of a bike if you’re losin’ it,” he spits.
“Fuck, cut her a break,” Ink snarls.
The Omega doesn’t let go of my face, but Ink is on his crutches looking down at me.
“I can’t ride with my leg, and shit is fucked up right now. None of the guys can come and get you. Mason can drive you to the hospital,” he explains.
“What?” I ask.
They both ignore me as they have their own conversation.
“You sure you know how to ride?” Ink asks the male Omega, whose hand I shove away from my face.
“Yes, I can ride. We either sedate her, or I take her to the hospital. Which is it?”
God, this Omega is an asshole.
But if he’s going to take me to Cash, I can’t say anything.
“You realize who her pack is?” Ink reiterates to Mason.
“Oh, yeah, we’re well fuckin’ acquainted. Are we goin’ or what?” he snarks.
“You better not fuck up my bike or drive recklessly with Lily,” Ink chastises Mason.
