Hunted By The Omega by S. Rodman

Author:S. Rodman [Rodman, S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dark Angst Publishing
Published: 2023-02-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter twenty

I stay in my room and try to pretend I’m not hiding. How is Alpha going to get Fitz out of the tree? How is he going to punish him once he does? I groan but nothing stops those questions whirling around in my mind. It’s not my problem, it’s Callum’s. He sent me away. I shouldn’t even be thinking about it.

After a long while, I hear everyone come back into the house. I think I hear footsteps going down into the basement and the door locking. The need to know what is happening itches along my skin but I ignore it.

Time drips by slowly and eventually I doze. I startle awake to the tantalizing scent of a heat. It is Fitz’s. My heart thuds and every cell of my body starts to fizz. Has Callum thrown him? I’ve jumped out of bed and I’m half-way to the door before I realize what I’m doing.

I stop and take a deep shuddering breath.

“Not my problem,” I say aloud as if that will help.

Turning and pacing my room is far harder than it should be. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It is taking every last inch of my willpower and all of my stubbornness.

Five strides, turn. Five strides, turn. Five strides, turn. I’m going to have to do this all night. My fists are clenched into tight balls by my side and I let my claws out just a little to see if the sting of pain will help. It doesn’t.

It reminds me of the feel of Fitz biting me. The rake of his claws down my back. There is no sign of either left on my flesh and I wish that shifter healing wasn’t so good. I want to wear his marks. I hate him. I want him. I hate that I want him.

Time turns as slowly as an ice age but it still relentlessly moves forward. The long, long moments tick past. This night is going to age me a hundred years.

A pained yell from Callum’s room has me running. I burst through his door in no time at all and I have no idea how I got here so quickly.

Callum is bent over, one hand on his balls, the other cupping his bleeding nose. Fitz’s scent is everywhere but I can’t see him.

“Where?” I ask.

“Under the bed,” says Callum and he spits out a mouthful of blood.

“What the fuck happened? Did you throw him?”

“No!” Callum manages to sound indignant even with his voice all nasal from his clearly broken nose. “He went into heat when he was alone in the basement. I was going to help him out of it because I assumed you would not want to do it.”

The white hot rage that floods me is blinding. My wolf is enraged. It wants to rip Callum’s throat out. He dared to touch Fitz. There has never been a worse crime committed in all of history. I’m glad Fitz broke his nose and kicked him in the balls.

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