Page 70 of The Omega's Bloodline: Part One

“Come sit by me. I have to show you something.”

Logan extracted herself from Caden and me to sit next to Melinda. The witch looped an arm around Logan and our girl jolted with a hiss, but Melinda wrapped her other hand around Logan’s wrist, her eyes going all glowy and weird.

My first instinct was to rocket off the couch and tackle Melinda, but the air was thick as molasses as I tried to reach for Logan, every movement fighting me. The harder I pushed, the stronger the force keeping me back.

Caden looked pissed as hell, fighting against whatever mojo Melinda had going on. Logan’s eyes were screwed shut, her body straining to pull away.

“Stop hurting her!”

Hush, little panther.

I shook my head, hating the feeling of Melinda in my mind.

Caden slipped into a half form, tail whipping behind him, claws digging into the invisible barrier, his growl vibrating the air around me. “Let. Her. Go.”

Melinda laughed in my head. Logan struggled, but it was easy to see her strength was fading fast. We kept pushing against Melinda’s magic, and when my fingertips finally reached Logan, her skin buzzed like a bug zapper and I flinched away.

“What the fuck?” I snapped.

Don’t worry, panthers. She’s not being hurt.Melinda turned those freaky eyes on me.

I didn’t like this bitch one bit.

Caden growled, his eyes flashing yellow as he hurled himself against the magic.

Melinda yanked Logan closer and took an audible whiff. “Mmm, you’re quite the treasure box, aren’t you?”

Caden clapped a hand down on Melinda’s arm and grit his teeth. I bet she felt even shittier to touch. I sucked in a breath and wrapped my arms around Logan’s waist, whipping us both away from Melinda. Holy fuck did she burn. It felt like I’d been stuck with a dozen cattle prods but as soon as I detached the two of them Logan sagged against me, instantly bursting into tears and clinging desperately to me. Caden pressed against her back a second later, turning to face Melinda.

“Explain yourself,” Caden hissed at the woman.

“What in the sweet holy fuck was that?” I held Logan, hands dancing over her torso to reassure myself she was still in one piece.

Melinda looked dazed, maybe even a bit high. She floated around the shop, gathering up herbs and stones, ignoring us completely.

“Hey!” I snapped.

She finally looked over. “I had to unlock some boxes. There’re more layers still. Whoever locked her down was thorough.”

“Locked her—what?”

“There aren’t that many bound omega bloodlines, and all the ones I’m aware of are generations separated. I was told to cut those threads, so I did.”

I stared at her, uncomprehending.

“Logan’s an omega?” Caden asked.

Melinda rolled her eyes. “You couldn’t tell?”

“What part of my reaction makes you think we knew?”

Melinda laughed softly. “Her blood was practically screaming when she walked in.”

Logan had mostly stopped crying, but she was still shaking.

“Lo, you okay?”

She didn’t answer beyond fisting my shirt in her hands.

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