Nothing makes sense.
I crouch down to pick up the phone, my pulse jumping when I see Ryder’s face on the screen. Instinctively, I curl around it as if holding Ryder himself. His voice crackles softly, muffled against my chest.
“Hey, Sin, you okay?”
I shake my head, confirming I am not okay. I’m really confused, but I’m also really scared of what’s happening. I’m quickly putting together the evidence in front of me, but accepting the truth might take a little time.
Hendrix’s scent wraps around me barely a second before his arms do. He envelopes me, holding me against his chest, giving me another anchor, another haven from the chaos. “You’re okay, I promise.”
He cups the back of my head and holds me tighter.
“Sin, this is a beautiful twist in our story,” Ryder adds, and I lose the stranglehold I have so I can see the screen.
Hendrix turns me away from the door until I am facing the Alpha again. My eyes are locked on Ryder’s though, I need the reassurance I find in them for a little longer.
“That’s Dominic. And by the shock on your face, which I myself have seen before when we first met, he’s your scent match. Right?”
I shake my head—barely noticeable, or so I think. But apparently not, because Hendrix presses a gentle kiss to the top of my head. Which doesn’t go unnoticed by Ryder.
“And Sin? That Alpha currently wrapped around you is Hendrix Torres, right? The strange thing is I know him. Intimately. The three of us have shared with each other endless things about you.”
The Alpha that Ryder called Dominic shuffles purposely, and I look at him. His brown eyes are riddled with worry but also relief.
“I never stopped looking for you. Ask Ryder or Hen, if you’d like the details, although some of what I did in my attempt to locate you wasn’t pretty. I had to let you go, but it was only ever going to be until I found you again. And I would have. You needed medical attention, and I had to be somewhere else that would not have been safe for you. Theonly reason I got out of that car was so you’d get the car you needed. You have been with me every moment since.”
Everything they’re saying is easy to understand, but at the same time the implication of what they’re saying is overwhelming to say the least. My chin wobbles, mirroring the tidal wave of emotions building inside. And when tears start to track down my cheeks no one makes me feel like an idiot. Hendrix squeezes me tighter; Dominic’s eyes fill with concern, and Ryder’s reassurance rings in my ears until I get a grip. On my chin at least.
After a few long seconds, Hendrix’s strong voice fills the void. “It seems we’ve all found our perfect Omega without realising we’re all completely smitten with the same beautiful woman.”
Chapter
Twenty-Two
DOMINIC
I’ve seen Alphas around their Omegas—I’ve just come from Siderno and his—and while I had a fair understanding of the semantics associated with being a man obsessed by their welfare, nothing properly prepared me for the seismic change that occurred within minutes. And shit, she hasn’t even said if she’s interested in me or not.
The change currently realigning every cell in my body towards her does not abate the wild possessiveness I have for Hendrix and Ryder. In fact, what happens is that a part of me changes to allow the space for her to become a priority.
A huge fucking one too.
Hendrix’s fingers fall to her waist as he comforts her, and I catch a twitch of pain marring her beauty. In the very next blink, it’s like it never happened. Except I saw it, and given Ryder arranged this appointment for me to speak with her about an attack at the hospital, I can’t ignore it.
Literally.
A deep rage ignites my designation, making a scarlet haze blur everything in my vision. My feet move as if I’m a puppetpulled by strings. I end up in front of Hendrix, my hands fisted by my sides. I’m ready to knock him into tomorrow if he causes her any more discomfort in any way.
I’ve never reacted like this.
“Dom?” Ryder’s voice rings clear and cuts through the haze induced pounding in my ears.
I shouldn’t be surprised he is the voice of reason. He has always had that ability to soothe whatever it is that lurks inside me. My father is responsible for awakening and inciting the beast, while Hendrix taught me what love is and gave me the courage to tell my father to go fuck himself. Ryder was solely responsible for getting me to accept not all darkness is pitch black.
“Dom,” he says again. And his voice continues to drain the aggression that had taken hold.
I go to step away, but I’m stopped by the softest brush against my side.
And the fallout continues to be overwhelming.
