Page 15 of The Omega's Savior

“Yeah, you’re telling me.”

“What happened to him?”

“When mother dearest found out he was more interested in her teenage daughter than him, she ran him out of the house. Never saw him again.”

“And your Mom didn’t do anything to help you?”

“Nah, not her style.”

The smokey campfire scent in the cabin thickens so much with his anger that I have to open the window.

“Tone it down,” I cough, gulping some of the clean air.

“Sorry,” he says, opening his own window to help.

“Why the hell’re you this pissed anyway?” I ask, my eyes closed as I just let the cool air flow over my face. “You upset some other alpha got to what’s yours?” I scoff.

“What the hell, of course not,” He says. He sounds like I just insulted his grandmother. “Look, you’re my fated mate. I don’t know what that means to you, but that means I care about you.”

“You don’t even know me,” I mutter, resting my head on my elbow as I let my fingertips flow through the wind as we drive.

“Well, I mean, the point is to get to know you. Plus, the little I do know about you I like.”

“You must be a masochist.”

“Nah, I mean, I’m a switch but not an outright masochist.”

“What?” I ask, looking at him puzzled.

“Switch, you know? I’m down to be a dom and a sub?”

I just blink at him, confused. “Why are you talking about BDSM?”

He shrugs and I can see the hint of a smile. “Well, the conversation was getting a little depressing and it didn’t seem like you wanted to continue it. And I mean, you brought up the masochism thing.”

“Oh,” I say, leaning my head on my hand as I look out over the bay as we continue driving over the bridge. “I didn’t think any alpha would want to be anything other than dominant.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. I’d say I’m a free spirit, an equal opportunist, shall we say.”

“You’re not what I thought you’d be like,” I say, turning to meet his eyes.

“I’m taking that as a good thing, so thanks!” He chuckles.

“I don’t know yet, don’t get comfortable,” I say, a small smile tugging at my lips.

I do know. And that’s what scares me. Jax almost seems too good to be true. If I let myself get attached and he realizes this fated mate bullshit is a scam then what happens then?

I’ll get my heart ripped out of my chest and there won’t be anything of me left. I’ve given up too much for the people that were supposed to be there to love me to try that again. Been there, done that, and have the T-shirt already.

The only person I have a responsibility to in this world is Summer.

“Hey,” I ask, turning to Jax. “Can I borrow your phone again to let Summer know we’re coming?”

“Sure,” he says, pulling out his phone and handing it to me.

“Thanks.”

I enter in Summer’s phone number and she picks up on the first ring.