“And how do you feel about it?”
“Like the sky is falling…” Halley mumbles, her words slurring.
The doctor frowns. “You can tell us all about it later, honey. You’ve lost a lot of blood and are still in shock. Here, take these with water and lay down on the couch in my office. I’ll keep an eye on you.”
She passes Halley a paper cup filled with pills of varying shapes and colors.
Jason steers her into a side room and lowers her onto an old couch.
I drift in behind them like a wraith.
She doesn’t know I’m here. Or maybe she does. Maybe she wants me to follow. After all, she knows how to hide and slip away unnoticed because Itaughther.
Halley is trembling and pale.
“Steamin’ rut-damn, Sparks. What did they do to you out there?” the Beta utters to himself as he uses a damp cloth to wipe the grime of war from her face, softly assuring her she’s safe.
He shouldn't do that. Makes me want to shank him with a rusty screwdriver.
He pulls her filthy boots off, tossing them into the corner close to my hiding place. Still, he doesn’t see me. Stupid Beta.
Knox spilled blood on my boots. At first it made them shine a bright, pretty red. Now it’s congealed, crusted, and makes my brain itch.
At least our boots have matching blood splatter. Cute.
Jason helps her lean back onto the couch. She swallows a handful of pills, and her whimpering slows along with her breath. An old blanket, thick but fraying in places, is draped over her shivering body.
“Wait. Everlyn needs to check on Knox.”
“The big Alpha bleeding all over the place?”
She nods, her eyes fluttering with the effort to stay open. “Yeah. He’s… he’ll pretend that he’s fine. But she’s gotta make sure he’s not gonna bleed out. He saved me.”
And then she’s out cold.
Jason sighs deeply and leaves, shutting the door and unknowingly leaving his charge alone with a predator.
My mouth waters traitorously. My teeth feel too big. My jaw aches to bite, bite, bite. To puncture and scrape my imprint into her flesh. Let’s see her leave me then.
I slink from the shadows with silent steps that don’t make a sound on the cold stone floor, and crouch down beside the Omega I’ve spent months obsessing over.
I used to think she was home, a place long lost to me, ‘til she ripped it away.
It was a stupid thing to do, trusting an outsider so easily. So fucking stupid.
Sergeant Blaze of the Fathim Military, specialist in demolition and infiltration.Thatguy doesn’t get to dream of a home and he certainly doesn’t get an Omega for a mate.
Fuck. Her.
Fuck her and her delicious fucking scent, and her pretty fucking wavy brown hair.
And fuck those big purple eyes that looked at me in the truck with sadness.
She should keep that pity forherself.
I used to think my one true love was infiltration. Sure, making things burn is fun, and I enjoy playing games with rope, but sinking into the depths of shadows, untethering myself from the world and becoming a phantom. Now that is almost orgasmic.
She stole that haven from me when she showed me the light.
