Page 85 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
Theo? He routinely kills it in the courtroom, and his win streak is getting ridiculous at this point.
Killian? Even though he’s the youngest and technically the least experienced council member, he still commands both the respect and fear of those he works with.
Me? I’m pathetic in comparison.
I spend all day in my bedroom, typing away at a computer, afraid of the outside world.
“Hey.” Reyna’s voice snaps me out of my spiral and I jerk my gaze up to meet hers.
She’s standing in front of me now, so close I swear I can feel the warmth of her. Or maybe it’s just my imagination.
She’s like a lightning bolt. A jolt of power and brightness.
I should take a step back from her. I don’t deserve to be this close to her. What if I fuck up? The pack would kill me for ruining something with her, I know how much they all like her already.
But I don’t.
Because I’m selfish and stupid and greedy.
“Where’d you go?” She whispers, her brows drawn down in concern.
“Wh—what?” I ask.
“You get a look in your eye," she says, nodding up at my face. “It’s like you’re not here with me.”
“I—I—” I swallow hard, trying to get rid of the bowling ball that’s made its home in my throat. “S—sorry.”
“Hey, you don’t have to apologize to me, I get it," she says. “Well, I don’tgetit, not exactly what’s going through your head, but trust me, you’re not alone when it comes to running away to a place in your head.”
“Really?” My hands tremble slightly as I fight the urge to reach out and touch her.
I just want to hold her hand.
Can I?
Would she hate it? Would that fuck everything up?
My right hand flexes slightly and her gaze darts down to it.
She flashes me a reassuring smile as she reaches for it, lacing our fingers together.
Oh my god.
We’re holding hands.
She’s holding my hand.
“I mean, yeah," she says, shrugging casually as if she’s not making the fabric of my universe fall apart with a single touch, a single point of contact. “I dissociate all the time. Sometimes that’s the only thing you can do.”
Her hands are so soft. Her fingers are so delicate.
I’ve been so careful to not touch any woman since everything that happened, but here Reyna is, so casually touching me.
“Why do you dissociate?” She asks softly, her storm gray eyes intent and focused.
The question scares the shit out of me, but I think I’d answer anything she asks, if it means she’ll continue to look up at me like that.
Fuck, I’ddoanything for her to keep her eyes on me.
