“Yes, it is.”
“Well, stop doing it.”
“You just throw off your life vest and go and rescue a fully grown alpha?”
“He is part of my party.”
“I bet your dad wouldn’t have said to do that.”
I stay silent because my dad would have kicked my ass.
“Are you trying to die?” Dakota shouts.
“No, but they are my responsibility.”
“CRAP!”
Cyn pulls him off me. “We were worried. When the rapid sucked you under, and you disappeared, we thought you were dead.”
“I’m not dead.”
“We thought you were.” Dakota muscles his way back in, growling at me.
“Why does it matter?” I snarl, clenching my fist.
Cyn pulls Dakota away and shoves him back towards the bank. He runs a hand through his wet hair.
“You have to realise that none of us expected this.”
“What?” I ask, completely confused by his stark words.
“To see you again, to see you like this? You aren’t lace, frills, and innocence anymore, Omega.”
I hiss at the word.
“What makes me different now?” I spit bitterly.
“The difference,” Cyn says with darkened eyes, “is that now, I don’t think we could break you.”
I scowl at him, hoping he can’t see how fast my pulse is thundering, hoping he can’t see how desperately I want to lean my weight against the tree to stop my knees from buckling. Hoping he can’t smell the heat that is burning through my blood.
Oh, my god…
I race down to the river, ignoring Cyn’s demands for me to stop, but my pack is nowhere in sight. Dad’s going to kill me. I’m supposed to always have them in a separate bag on my person.
I stand on the edge of the water, shivering in the cold, wondering what has happened to this normally peaceful trip.
Everything is going to get really bad now. Really bad.
In my pack were the suppressants, the only thing that kept my scent hidden and the alpha’s tempers under control.
Fuck.
Cyn
That’s three times, no, well, if you include the drugs we put in the food, four. I’m starting to think the alphas we’re after are touched by a freaking angel or we’re cursed. Perhaps she’s been touched by pure luck or something. Maybe Dakota is right.
She turns, and I find it impossible to avert my eyes. Her wet clothes are plastered to her body, and she’s looking mildly panicked.
