Teaching their Omega

“This happened on such short notice,” Draven muttered. “If they called sooner to let me know I might have had time to get things set up.” I glanced at him from the corner of my eyes but remained silent. There wasn’t much I could say to him that would change things. The Omega Centre told me that he had been listed as my guardian. It wasn’t like I had anybody else around. My mother was dead and my father had disappeared from the face of the earth a week before she died. I was an unclaimed Omega with no family, deserted in a small town where most of them disliked me for some reason. “Shit, I need to call Lauren to let her know,” he muttered. Swallowing, I focused my attention on the passing scenery. It was a small town basically in the middle of nowhere with few shops and even fewer houses surrounded by ranches for miles. The Omega Centre was located just on the outskirts of town, newly build and fully functioning. The center had been my home for nine years and now they wanted me go

“You know that it’s not only my decision, princess.” I glanced up at Michel as he entered the workshop with his phone pressed to his ear. Our eyes locked for a moment before his eyes darted away. Frowning, I turned off the machine and straightened. “Hold on, I’ll put the phone on speaker,” he muttered. Pulling the phone away, he pressed something on the screen before he placed it down on the table so both of us could hear clearly. There were a few minutes of silence before Bella spoke. “Is Ty with you?” “I’m here,” I told her. “Good.” She sucked in a breath. “I...A friend of mine needs some help. Draven offered for her to stay here with them but Lauren is being a bitch. She doesn’t want to stay here but she doesn’t have anywhere else to go.” “You want her to move in with us?” I asked her. “We all know why that’s a bad idea, Bella.” “I know,” she whispered, “but she’s not like that. I wasn’t thinking of her moving into the house with us. There’s the cottage that has everything

I stood back with a smile, but it instantly dropped when I took in my handy work. Letting out a growl, I stomped forward and ripped the curtains from the couches. The living room wasn’t going to work because there were too many windows and the bedroom was too small. Letting out a huff, I glanced around. My brows dipped into a frown when an idea hit. It was a long shot and there was no guarantee that it was going to work. Gathering the curtains in my arms, I hurried down the hall into the bedroom. I dumped them on the bed and walked over to the closet. Pulling open the door, I studied the space with a critical eye. It wasn’t going to work either! Letting out a growl, I spun and studied the room again. The bed stood in the middle of the room with little space between it and the wall on either side. I stared at the window for a moment and then at the bed. The windowsill could be used along with the bed to hold the curtains up. With the picture forming in my mind, I hurried into the ki

I tilted my head to the side and pressed a fingertip to a dark bruise a few inches beneath my ribs. There were two sets of bruises, one set from Jackson, and the other from Tyrone. Letting out a sigh, I turned away from the mirror and bent forward to take a look at the healing wound on my knee. My eyes locked on the bruises surrounding my ankle instead. It throbbed, but it didn’t hurt as badly as it had. I knew it was probably because of the painkillers I had taken the moment we got back. Straightening, I grabbed the towel from the railing, tried myself, and then wrapped it around my body. Just as I stepped out of the bathroom, the cottage door opened, and then slammed shut a second later. I turned and frowned at Bella who had come to a sudden stop when she saw me. Her eyes dropped but immediately snapped back up to my face. She licked her lips and gave her head a slight shake. “We need to talk.” “About what?” I asked. Her eyes narrowed. “Draven called me.”I clutched the towel t

“W-why?” “She hasn’t been herself,” he muttered. “I know that she’s sad but I can’t do anything to cheer her up because I don’t know what’s wrong.” I bit my lip. Reaching up, I slipped a few strands of hair behind my ear as I debated what to do. I could lie or I could tell him that it was between Bella and me. Or I could tell him the truth. The moment my heat hits they were going to know anyway. “I lied,” I told him. “About what?” Michel straightened and turned to stare up at me. “What did you lie about?” “I didn’t actually lie,” I muttered, “I just didn’t tell Bella the whole truth.” “Truth regarding what, Sin?” He didn’t look angry but there was an edge to his voice that made me hesitate. My lips parted and just as I was about to tell him, the unexpected happened. There was a loud thud that startled both me and the horse. I cried out when the horse suddenly took off at full speed. Michel yelled something but I didn’t hear. He had told me what to do to stop the horse but I cou