Two Wolves, One Omega

I didn’t run and I didn’t turn around. I just grabbed my bag of groceries and walked out of the store like everything was fine.But it wasn’t.I could feel them behind me, the two wolves, watching and following me. My heart was racing, but I kept walking. “One step at a time, Seraya. Don’t panic. Don’t look back.” I muttered to myself. The motel was only a few blocks away. If I could just get there on time..I picked up my pace, walking faster and almost running. The footsteps behind me got louder.They weren’t trying to hide it anymore that they were following me. I reached the motel and went to my room. My hands shook as I pulled out the key. I was just about to open the door when a strong hand slammed into it, stopping me.I froze.“Going somewhere?” a deep voice said behind me.Shaking, I turned around slowly.The man in front of me stared back with piercing green eyes. He was tall and bulky, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his jacket. A weird smile tugged at his l

I screamed as my body hit the ground with a heavy thud. Pain exploded through me as I rolled across the scorching asphalt, my arms wrapping tightly around my stomach to shield it. “Please let my baby be okay.” I had landed awkwardly, and I heard something crack, maybe my arm, maybe my ribs, I didn’t know. The pain was everywhere. My face stung, my legs throbbed, and I could barely breathe. What was I thinking, jumping out of the car? Tires screeched behind me as the jeep came to a sudden stop. I lay on my side, trembling, blood pounding in my ears. I needed to run. I had to move. If I stayed here, they’d come for me. Drag me back. I couldn’t let that happen but my body didn’t listen. Tears filled my eyes as I tried to push myself up. Nothing worked. My arms shook, and my legs refused to move. The pain was too much. Then my vision started to blur. Footsteps pounded toward me. I heard voices close. “I told you we should’ve watched her better!” Lucian snapped. “What the hell

“Are you just going to keep staring at me, or are you going to explain why you pressed the button?” Lucian’s voice, low, rough and laced with clear irritation filled the room. I didn’t blame him, though. Anyone would be cranky if they were yanked out of sleep by a loud, blaring alarm in the dead of night.He stood in front of me, shirtless, with only a pair of loose pants slung low on his hips. Even in the dim lighting, I could make out the sculpt of his chest and arms and my eyes lingered too long. I swallowed hard and quickly looked away, embarrassed. For a second, I even forgot the reason why I had pressed the emergency button. Lucian opened his mouth to speak again, but before he could, Kellan burst into the room and rushed to my side, eyes wide with concern as he leaned in, a little too close.“Are you okay? Did something happen? Do you feel sick?” he asked, scanning me from head to toe, clearly checking for injuries.“I’m fine,” I mumbled, shaking my head. There was no way I

“Can I come in and help you back into bed?” Kellan’s voice came through the door, strained and cautious, snapping me out of my spiraling thoughts.God, I hated that both of them had seen me naked. I should have been angry, livid even but instead, all I could feel was this crawling embarrassment, seeping into every inch of me. My cheeks burned, my skin tingled and my stomach twisted itself into knots. I couldn’t stop the questions rushing into my head. What if they thought I wasn’t… enough?Not soft enough, not curvy enough and not beautiful enough? It wasn’t like my boobs were small but they weren’t eye popping either. They were just there…just enough for a hand to cup. Nothing to make any one stare twice, Nothing like Leona’s Another knock came. I blinked and realized I had trailed off again. Something had to be wrong with me. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones messing with my head, making me zone out every five seconds. Was this normal or Was I losing it? “Kellan,” I called ou

The next few days passed in a blur and Kellan brought me every single meal I asked for, without fail. At first, I couldn’t even tell him what I wanted, so he started guessing and unfortunately, he guessed wrong.Three times in a row.I finally had to tell him it was enough when he brought me the same dish for the third time.I still remembered the way he apologized, his eyes wide, looking like a child who had just been scolded. His excuse? “The first time I brought it, you wolfed it down like it was the best thing you’d ever eaten.”Truth was, I was just starving. Anything would’ve tasted good at that moment.Since then, he made sure to ask me what I wanted before heading to the kitchen. He always returned with exactly what I requested, and even went the extra mile, bringing wipes so I could freshen up, and after the bandages were taken off, he brought a washcloth and bowl of warm water to help me clean.He even brought me clean T-shirts and shorts, everyday, always turning his back