She’s beautiful and smart, still pure and good. She couldn’t know. It would send her running, for sure.
I wonder how much it would horrify her, if she knew the truth. Would she scream?
Would her sensibilities be hurt?
Would this omega run faint and reject us as easily as we did her?
I really want to see what Bonnie Sanderson, the beautiful and innocent omega we rejected, does when she finds out her scent matches are the most brutal and unstoppable serial killers of this generation.
Bonnie
There is something about what happened this afternoon that is nagging at me. It’s too early for snakes, and I’ve never seen that species this far south before. I’m not sure why I jumped at Kevin. I can’t explain that feeling of impending disaster. Thankfully, I reacted, which was lucky.
Except…I don’t believe in luck. Something about the group tipped me off, I’m just not consciously aware of it.
The species of snake is extremely venomous, and I’m not sure we could have got him back fast enough had he been bitten. He would have died.
That sits heavily on me.
I climb up a stack of twelve boulders and pause at the top, surveying the pristine view. The river is off to my left. I can just see it snaking through the landscape. It’s beautiful.
But I can’t appreciate it right now.
Dakota climbs up beside me and sighs. “Now, that’s the money shot. It’s amazing.”
“It is.”
“Just as gorgeous as you.”
I roll my eyes and start climbing down the other side, giving Rojer and Nathan room to climb up.
Dakota stays on my heels.
“So, you don’t believe you are beautiful?”
I grunt in irritation as I catch an exposed root that’s peeking out from between the boulders and swing myself down to the next boulder.
“I’m working right now. This is inappropriate.”
“You could write me up to your boss.”
He jumps the last few feet and immediately bites his bottom lip, all the while looming over me. Too close. The fact he’s trying to appear small and harmless is like a wild bear trying to pretend it’s cute and cuddly. It just doesn’t work. I am not charmed at all.
I snap my head around to him and glare. “Haha.”
“So, Daddy Sanderson taught you the ropes?”
“My father,” I emphasize, “gave me a reason to keep going when you took it away.”
He flinches. “Ouch.”
“Good, I hope it hurts,” I mutter and glance around, making sure no one heard. How do they keep making me lose my damn mind? At this rate, I may as well just announce I’m an omega and be done with it.
There’s one more boulder until I’m on the forest ground. I jump down but land in Cyn’s arms when he comes out of nowhere and snags me from the air. He smiles at me and lowers me to the ground, stepping back. Where the hell did he come from? My tongue is tied, and all I can do is stare because Cyn has dimples, and he’s smiling at me in a way that’s private, just for me. No tabloid ever photographed that expression.
“How did you get here so fast?”
He points up, and I see a steep descent.
