“Rory, what are you doing-” Meg screams. “Stop, don’t-”
Rory shoves my face against his chest. “Bite, Omega.”
I cannot refuse his bark. I sink my teeth in deep. He pulls me off him. Blood runs down his chest, so red, so dark. I stare at it, shuddering as he yanks my head back in slow motion. Each breath feels like a lifetime, and then his teeth sink into the side of my neck.
The bond grows between us, rising like floodwaters, violent and aggressive but unstoppable.
He’s steady, impossible to ignore, too big, too powerful, he’s just there inside me. He’s angry, but he loves me.
“We were coming back.”
“No,” I protest.
Rory yanks me up and shoves me at Cyn. He wastes no time, sinking his teeth deep and ordering me to do the same.
“Why are you doing this?”
“So you stop hurting yourself,” Cyn hisses. “So you hear us.”
Kota grabs me from behind, shoving his wrist in my mouth while he leaves a bonding mark on my shoulder.
Vale is the last, but by now, I’m weeping openly, barely able to do anything more than shake in their arms.
Vale tilts my head up, staring into my eyes. “You were just hiding how broken you were, weren’t you, Bonnie? Did you think we wouldn’t find out? Did you think we’d care about your jagged parts? I’m sorry we left.”
“You left me!” I howl. Tears pour from my eyes, blinding me. My voice echoes in the house. The pain silences everyone.
“Yeah, it won’t happen ever again,” Vale promises.
I start to sob.
“Come on, almost done.”
I shudder, but he guides my head to his chest. “Bond me, Omega. Let’s get it over with.”
The words make me flinch, but I can’t disobey, so I bite deep. He leans down and sinks his teeth into a spot just under my jaw.
The connection to the four of them swirls around me, but the pain is gone. Well, not gone, it’s not sharp, it’s dull, throbbing under the presence of them.
I’m carried up and out of the basement.
“Her room is free-”
“No, she stays with us now,” Vale says coldly. “You should have stopped her.”
“No one could have stopped her,” Dad snaps back.
“Regardless, our omega got hurt.”
“And whose fault is that?” he growls.
“Why didn’t you show her our calls, the texts?”
“We tried. She wouldn’t hear us because of you.”
“Yes, that is our fault. We’ll take care of her now,” Cyn says coldly.
My father huffs, but my mother steps between us and nods.
