Page 48 of Omega Island
Senta glanced up from my phone. “These are quite volatile and manipulative texts.”
“I know! But I can’t stop looking. I don’t want it anymore, though. I don’t want to see or hear from him ever again.”
Senta handed me my phone. “When you are ready, of course.”
I wiped at my eyes. “I am ready. Don’t you see?”
He reached out and caressed my arm. “It doesn’t matter what I see. This is about what you want.” He started to get up.
“Senta. Iamready.”
He stood, holding out his hand. “Come back to bed, Raimi, please?”
I sniffed. “I will in a minute.”
I heard him on the stairs, his footsteps like home to me, like this was where I wanted to be and always had been. It was the most settling, safe and secure feeling.
I stared down at my phone and at the last message he’d sent.
You criedlike a whore omega when I fucked you. Remember that? What kind of alpha are you? You’re mine, that’s what kind. You know it. You aren’t worth any more than that and I’m the only one who understands.
Straten was wrong.At that stage in my life, I’d wanted to experiment. But that didn’t mean I liked everything I tried. He kept me thinking I was nothing so he could control everything about what he wanted, not what I wanted. For two years I’d put up with his abuse, thinking because he said he loved and understood me that I should stay for that and no other reason.
No more.
I reached out to the screen and pressed my thumb down hard.
My phone flashed a message.
This contact from your list has been blocked.
I tossed my phone onto the coffee table and stood.
In the bedroom, Senta was curled on his side, a white sheet pulled up to his waist. He shifted to let me know he was awake but otherwise didn’t move.
I pushed off my robe and climbed into the bed, rolling toward him until I could face him. “It’s done.”
“What?”
“I—I blocked him. For good.” Then, before I knew what was happening, I burst into tears. It surprised me almost as much as it surprised Senta.
His arm came around me, hand pressing the back of my head. His legs tangled with mine. I let out two sobs, then fell against his chest.
When my breathing calmed, he combed his fingers through my hair and kissed my forehead. Then my lips.
Our bodies moved together.
* * *
After his heat,Senta went back to work and I whiled away the days sunning, swimming and hiking along the rocky shores of the island’s wild beaches. It was still a time of healing for me. I spent a couple hours a week checking in with Hondo and our sessions went very well.
But nights—well, the nights were for us. We craved each other. We spent a lot of our early evenings walking along the blue brick pathways together, hand in hand, greeting Senta’s employees, watching the sun go down or swimming under the stars. Everyone now knew that Senta had gotten himself a new alpha boyfriend. They always greeted me by name.
It was as if the island, and not just Senta himself, had opened its arms and invited me into its embrace.
Day or night, whenever we got a little too hot and a lot too desperate, we hurried back to Senta’s home and made love in his purple and blue room until we were sweating and panting and fully satiated.
I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. Every day was like a beautiful watercolor unfolding before me and I couldn’t wait to wake up and do it all over again.
