Page 77 of Your Wild Omega

The second-in-command folds his arms over his chest, his expression darkening. My hair stands on end as his aura turns threatening. “Hope it goes without saying not a word of the business reaches anyone else’s ears? Dodge might be a laid-back guy, but I’m not.”

I nod, my skin crawling. “Of course. I’ll be going then.” I see myself out of the small room, rushing to escape the dangerous energy behind me.

“Mr Wren?” Dodge calls.

I turn in the threshold to find him leaning against the open arch between rooms.

He grins. “Your father did crazy things for his omega, too.”

Heat floods through me, followed by panic. I have to get out of here. I lift my hand to let him know I heard, and then race outside. He’s wrong. I didn’t do crazy things for my omega—I turned my back on her, which is why I’m here now, grasping at rotten straws.

It seems I’ve completely lost my mind.

Chapter thirty

Zack

I watch everything. That’s how I learn. Once the light fades away and my pack sleeps after I’ve reassured myself thoroughly that they’re still mine, I lie awake processing. And sometimes, like today, I wake up early with even more thoughts tumbling through my head.

My existence so far consists of three phases: fighting, waiting, and learning. Most days it makes my head ache, but every time I try something new, I’m rewarded by an explosion of happiness in my chest.

My ohm is pleased with me. I must learn more.

But the more I learn, the more I flounder, the knowledge connected endlessly like a continual flow of water that sweeps away my slippery footing.

I tuck a cushion under my head and sigh. The moving screen in the sitting area downstairs flashes with beings who dance and sing and read from books, teaching me new things every day. When White Mine taught me how to summon them into theroom with a click of a button, I was thrilled he shared his powers with me.

Now I watch the colorful beings through half-shut eyes, not fully awake yet.

“Sun,” the beings drone, pointing to images of a yellow sphere with rays.

I stretch out on the couch, craning to see through the glass where the big globe shines strongly. Not a globe. A sun. In a sky. “Su-un,” I mutter.

Everything that exists has a word for it. I wonder if I can learn them all, like Mine and White Mine have. Then maybe this shivery feeling, like disaster is waiting for me in the next second, will go away. Maybe I could make sense of what we do every day.

“Sky,” the screen images recite next.

I tug a blanket off the back of the comfortable seat and wrap it around me. Gone are the days where I was endlessly cold but couldn’t do anything about it. Now I wear clothes and sleep in a soft bed with my pack and grab blankets and food whenever I like. It’s good.

Footsteps thump along the hallway overhead. “Oh, bloody oath!” White Mine cries, running down the stairs. “Why didn’t you wake me, Zack?”

I glance at the sun outside. It does look much higher and brighter than when we usually start our mornings, but we’ve had a few days at home lately, so I didn’t notice.

“Shit, Mr Yun’s going to kill me.” White Mine sets a kitchen machine rumbling and then comes over, shaking my shoulder. “Come on. Get up and dressed.”

His scent sweeps over me. Striking fast, I snatch his arm and tug him down onto my chest.

White Mine gasps and pulls back, hammering his fists against me. “No time for this, Zack.”

Whatever he’s upset about isn’t my concern. “Ask,” I repeat sleepily.

“No,” he declares, tugging away.

I growl. “Ask?” I say again, holding him tight.Nois not a word I’m supposed to ignore, but does he really mean it?

White Mine glares at me, but then he groans and his gaze softens. “Kissing only,” he says, slumping.

Kissing, I understand. I tug his head down, marveling that such a powerful being lets me have my way. Here at home, at least, in the territory I’ve claimed. Out there beyond the windows is still his domain.

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