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“Jesus,” I croak, feeling wildly jealous that he experienced something so profound. I’ve kissed plenty of women, not just omegas, in my time, but I could never describe any of those encounters the way Dylan did.
“Yeah.”
We stare at each other for a while until it does get a bit awkward when it becomes apparent that Dylan’s cock enjoys the memory of the kiss a little too much.
“Go shower,” I grumble as he snorts with mirth.
“And don’t forget to take your clothes straight to the washing machine,” Kaleb adds. “We still need Nik to be the voice of reason with Eli, seeing as he blatantly ignored me and isn’t listening to you.”
“Will do,” he says.
I step back and give him room to get past me to the bathroom.
“Well, fuck,” I murmur. “This is becoming even more complicated.”
“I know. I can’t get over the fact that her pack left the bond to disintegrate for so long. What absolute fuckers.”
“What we know about them just keeps getting worse.”
“We need to make sure they go away for life so that they can never hurt anyone ever again, especially Morgan. She needs them gone from her life. A clean break now.”
“If that’s what she really wants. We still don’t know much.” I tread carefully, not wanting to dive in headfirst, all guns blazing.
He agrees reluctantly, and we part ways, each going to our own rooms to wallow or fantasise or whatever Eli is doing in his room with the low thump of heavy metal filtering through his door.
I wanted to try to stay on the outside but knowing that the three of them feel so much for her, only makes me feel alone. The irrational part of my brain tells me to fix that, but in the end, I do what’s right, like I always do, and stay put.
ChapterEighteen
Morgan
Alone in the hotel room,sunlight filters in through the window, its rays sending beams of light dancing across the small space. Outside, the streets are alive – people walk by, cars honk their horns, and the air is filled with life. But inside this room, everything is still. I’m curled up in my nest, my mind spinning with thoughts of heartache and confusion.
It all seems too much, is too overwhelming. My chest feels tight, and my eyes are heavy with the weight of the sadness and despair of losing my pack and becoming unmated. Orex-mated.That’s even worse.
I roll over onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. I close my eyes, pushing away the thoughts that threaten to pull me further down into my own misery. I open them again quickly, my gaze falling on the magazine that sits on the bedside table. I grab it and open it up to the first page.
My eyes skim the words, but they seem to blur together in a meaningless jumble. I sigh and place it down again, settling back into the uncomfortable pillows. I’m too sad to read, so instead, I reach for the television remote control.
I flick on some random show, but instead of watching it, I let my thoughts drift back to the kiss I’d shared with Dylan.
It had been unexpected.
Actually, unexpected doesn’t really cover it.
A shock is more accurate.
“Fuck,” I mumble, pushing my hand into my hair.
I can’t seem to get away from it for very long. It had been beautiful. So full of tenderness and passion that I know now was missing in my kisses with my pack mates, which makes me sad all over again. Why was it missing? What is so wrong with me that they didn’t or couldn’t love me?
I can’t answer those questions. I’m not even sure if I want to know. All I want to focus on is the spark I’d felt inside me when my lips collided with Dylan’s. It was an awakening, as though something was stirring deep inside me. But what did this even mean? Was it just a moment of passion, or something more? And if it was more, what more was it? He is part of a pack. A pack I don’t even know.
I sigh and reach for a packet of crisps on the bedside table. I open them, the crackling sound of the bag filling the maudlin atmosphere of the room over the low volume of the TV. Biting into one, the salty flavour ignites my taste buds and makes my stomach rumble. I haven’t eaten properly in days. I didn’t even get to eat my hot sandwich last night before I yelled at Dylan and then threw myself at him. What must he think of me?
I finish the bag off and throw the empty packet on the floor in a mess that would drive Adam up the wall…but I don’t give a flying fuck. It can stay there all week as far as I’m concerned.
As I commit this small act of defiance, I feel something stir in my gut, deeper even, my soul – a feeling of excitement, of endless possibility if I could open myself up to it, I don’t have to be stuck in this room forever, growing old and alone and in fear that the pack will get out of jail and come for their money and box.
