Page 51 of The Wronged Omega

I was able to grab her arm before the dizziness took over, and I nearly tumbled. Cy caught me, pulling me up into her arms with an annoyed sigh. The smell of cranberries and oak met me, and I never wanted to leave. I couldn’t help but think about what the combination of their scents would smell like. What perfumes did they use, or was this another Primarch thing I didn’t know about?

“Can you stop that?” I did all sorts of movements, pointed to myself, then my throat, then her, but it was all flailing at that point. Cy nearly dropped me, but she tightened her grip as Odie laughed behind us.

“I think it’s time for her notebook unless you can decipher that.”

“I’m sure the gist is ‘fuck you, stop acting like a dick.’” Close enough but really it was I will whine again if you don’t stop acting like a dick.

Cy carried me to Odie’s bedroom and dropped me on the bed next to the notebook, then backed up.

“Okay, get it out.”

I scribbled on the paper, telling her off, then threw it at her face. Luckily for her, she caught it.

“‘Don’t think I didn’t catch how you think I’m also your mate, then you started acting like a douchey fuckwad. Get your shit together, shove some of your blood in my mouth, and stop acting like a whiny baby about me making out with mate number one.’ Is that how she seduced you, Odie?” Cy scoffed and let her arm and the notebook fall to her side.

“No, apparently I’m the easy one.” Odie leaned against the door frame. I suspected it was to shove Cy back in here if she tried to leave again.

“Well, I’m not doing that—” I frantically waved and pointed to the notebook. “There’s more?” I nodded as she held it up and looked near the bottom before chuckling. “‘Don’t make me bite you.’ Why are you wanting to rush all of this?”

I snapped my fingers and made a gimme hand to get back my notebook. Before she was able to walk away, I pulled Cy down beside me so it was easier to communicate. Again, just like Odie, I knew she could have easily pulled away, but she didn’t.

Why are you fighting it now? You wanted Odie to tell me and get it all out there, but now you’re backing away. Why?

Her face scrunched, and she refused to look at me. Odie slipped away and nearly closed the door, giving us a false sense of privacy.

“I couldn’t save you. You lost your arm because of me.” Cy leaned forward with her elbows on her knees and her eyes on the ground.

No, Oliver did that thanks to Gerard. Punish them, not yourself.

I shoved the notebook in front of her face.

“That’s easier said than done.”

Fine, but I’m not blaming you. I am blaming you that I’m not currently being snuggled in bed, but that’s completely different.

“Oh, I’m sorry, is that what you call snuggling? You’re delusional.”

And so are you. Can you stop being a dick now? I know that’s what I expected, and I got freaked out by you being nice, but I get it now.

Cy’s head hung for a second, then she sat up. “I can’t promise I won’t be a dick sometimes, but I will kill Oliver for you one day.”

I’ll take it.

“Are you sure you want to? There’s no guarantee I am your mate, but this would seal the deal on knowing.”

I had already decided with Odie that it didn’t matter if the mark was there. Why would it matter with you? It’s a choice either way.

“Well, look at you being a smart Omega. Maybe Odie didn’t fuck up explaining things.”

Is that a yes?

“That’s a yes.” Cy leaned forward, tossed aside my notebook, and slid her hand in my hair. “But I have a better way to find out.” She bit her lip and blood dripped from the skin before her lips took mine.

The blood smeared, and the metal tang in my mouth shot a spark through me. Cy pulled me close, and the next thing I knew, I was straddling her legs and being pulled tightly against her.

I didn’t want to stop, but new marks on her arm caught my eye. For a second, I was elated as it proved that she was one of my mates. I smiled against her lips as our tongues battled.

Then the location registered, and dread enveloped me. If Cy was pissed off before, this was going to be a whole other level of anger.

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