THE OMEGA'S HEAT
She didn’t mean to gasp when he pressed her against the stone wall, his hand braced at her waist, his breath scorching against her ear.
“You’re trembling, little Omega,” Damien growled. “Tell me—did you think of us when you were alone at night? Or did you hide from the bond like a good little liar?”
She trembled, her heart aching for answers.
Lucian’s voice came next, rough and dark. “You ran from us. Left us angry and afraid. Do you know how close I came to tearing through that city just to find you?”
Her knees buckled, but Kael caught her, drawing her safely back against his chest. “You belong with us, Omega. Say it, or I’ll make you face everything you’ve been running from.”
She gasped, lips parted, but her voice broke before the words came.
“Say it,” Damien snapped. “Say you’re done running from the bond.”
The mate bond snapped. It was wild and irresponsible.
She burned for them, and ached for them.
And when she ran, they hunted.
Now they’ve found her again, and she was trembling, overwhelmed, lying to herself with every breath she took. But there would be no more distance.
She would fight the pull, shake beneath its weight, and break beneath the truth of their bond.
“You were made to be our mate,” Lucian whispered, brushing away her tears. “Now look at us and show us you’re ready to stop running.”
This time, they don’t pretend the past can be erased. They face the pain between them—and the bond that refuses to let them go.