Page 146 of Dark Haven Omegaverse

We separated and explored but I felt Roman’s eyes on me every few minutes.

“Journals,” he noted near a small bookshelf and desk. “We should throw these in something and take them back out with us.”

“Agreed,” I said as I opened a door. A wall of mixed scents hit me and my stomach rolled. “He has a nest.”

“What?” Roman asked as he hurried over, pulling me gently aside to peek inside. It was no bigger than a walk-in closet. A mattress was thrown on the floor and covered in dirty blankets and pillows.

It wasn’t a real nest. Not one made by or for an omega. It lacked warmth and coziness.

I’d never gotten a nest. Grandma thought it was useless and on the streets, I didn’t have a choice. Now, at Dark Haven, I was on suppressors and wasn’t given the chance to get anything I really wanted for one.

Maybe someday.

This wasn’t the time for wishing. We both knew that Vane was indulging in things he had no right to.

“Sick fuck,” I bit out, shoving Roman aside and slamming the door closed. “We’re killing him.”

“That was already the plan,” my mate agreed, giving my shoulder a squeeze before we both forced ourselves to keep going.

The kitchen was standard, so was the side table. Finally, I pulled open a wardrobe, shocked to not find clothes, but monitors.

“Roman.”

There were eight small monitors, each focused on a different part of Dark Haven. The top row was the four corners of the building taking in every inch of the grounds. Meaning he was likely directing the demons where to strike.

On the bottom, the first was the women’s shower room on the third floor. My stuff was still in there from this evening since I didn’t have to hand it back over like before.

Rules had gone out the window completely.

My stomach churned, knowing he watched us shower, saw me fuck my men, there was nowhere he wasn’t watching.

The second was a better view of my room. It was likely in the light fixture so there was no corner I could have hidden from him.

Not only did he violate my body, he was repeating the process every fucking day without my knowledge.

The third was the common room. Right now I could see Monty, Kol, and Drake all arguing. Drake’s hands flew wildly as he ranted back at the other two.

The fourth and final camera was the courtyard. Or it had been. The moment I glanced, it changed, shifting to a hallway inside, then a few minutes later to another. He had every inch of Dark Haven at his fingertips.

Vane wasn’t hiding, he was controlling this building without even having to leave his little lair.

But why was he so focused on me?

“You were important to them,” Roman answered the question I hadn’t even realized I asked out loud. “They’ve said that all along. He kept an eye on you so he knew when and how to strike. To bring you down, listen in, to know what we were planning.”

He tapped a pair of headphones and sure enough, as I shifted the jack to the common-room monitor, I could hear their argument rising.

“This is your fault!” Ivar yelled. “Trusting her was not what she needed. Being alive is far more important!”

“She would have gone anyway,” Kol growled. “She’s stubborn, independent, and she is holding herself responsible if something goes south here.”

“I won’t lose her to that fucking trash,” Drake added in as if he were in his own conversation. “I’ll kill him myself if I have to.”

“You’re right,” I said, taking them off. Roman didn’t respond, and I gasped as I turned, taking in Vane holding him with a knife to his throat.

A small trickle of blood already trailed down his throat. My eyes tracked the red river, a deadly calm resting over me at the sight.

I wouldn’t be losing him today.

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