Chapter 11

Jane

Sitting at my desk in the cramped office, the sound of typing filled the air around me and the smell of coffee, made me a bit dizzy. Despite my best efforts to focus on work, my mind kept drifting, wandering back to thoughts of Nick and the tumultuous events of the past few days.

I couldn't shake the sensation of restlessness that gnawed at the edges of my consciousness. It felt as though a primal energy simmered just beneath my skin, a heightened awareness of every sound, every scent, every nuance of the world around me. It was as if my senses had been sharpened to a razor's edge, attuned to the slightest shift in the air.

The telltale signs of my Omega traits resurfaced, sending a shiver down my spine. A fluttering sensation danced in my chest, like a thousand butterflies taking flight. The weird need of feeling a mainly touch, the need to feel small and crushed. My heart seemed to beat in time with the rhythm of the world, each pulse a reminder of the raw power that lay dor