Semua Bab The Omega's Choice : Bab 91 - Bab 100

It was a mistake. Offering Nox a spare room in my cabin was a fucking mistake!My body is a fucking Judas that's ready to betray me any second now. His scent is everywhere, a warm, citrusy haze that clings to every fabric, every breath I take. Even when I bury my face in my closet, desperate for the familiar scent of strawberries, I still smell that damn citrus! It's intoxicating, insidious, and it's driving me insane.Another thing that makes me near lose my mind around him is the fact that he's so tender with and around me. There’s no way anyone wouldn't fall for that. His movements are gentle, his gaze soft. His voice isn't all that strong, just a gentle hum when it's just us, a low rumble at night, like he doesn't want to disrupt the silence outside. How can I keep living like this? My carefully constructed walls are crumbling, piece by agonizing piece.I need fresh air, and now.I stand up abruptly from my bed, the springs groaning in protest, and walk out into the living are

My arms feel like they're about to pull out from their sockets as I haul my grocery bags out of the backseat of my car and begin the long walk up to my cabin. Nox almost pulled his hair out, begging to let him tag along with me, but I refused for very valid reasons, even though I knew it would be a hassle getting my shopping up the mountain.One, it's only been a little over a month since the incident with Zara, and I'm not taking any chances with that wound opening up. The lead hasn't let it heal yet, so while he might be back to full functioning, that wound… it's still a raw, ugly red scar against his skin.Two, it's still been a month since the incident with Zara, and I haven't seen or heard of her since. The pack has been going through a silent fallout, because as I heard, the council is the one currently ruling. No one has seen Zara or Selene. That sets me on edge. Just what are they planning? The silence from them is more unnerving than any open threat.Three, I needed a few

The rain taps a relentless rhythm on the room windows, a dull, drumming accompaniment to the turmoil in my head. I’m curled by the fire, its warmth doing little to thaw the cold knot in my stomach. I'm Nox’s room in the pack house, and honestly, it's as good as a prison cell. They're holding me here until my hearing with the council, a convenient place for Selene and Zara to finish me off, I'm sure. At least Nox was able to convince them to let him stay with me, his presence a shaky shield against the fear gnawing at me.He’s across the room, going through his things. A duffel bag lies open on the floor, and he’s pulling clothes from his closet, folding them neatly. I know he plans to take them back to my cabin when this is all over, a silent promise of a future I’m terrified to believe in. He also pulls out a stack of old, leather-bound journals—his grandfather’s and father’s, I believe. Journals that, I recall him mentioning, have no mention of the omega curse his mother had

I can still taste her. The salt of her skin, the sweetness of her mouth. The way her breath hitched when I touched her like I’d always dreamed I would. I should be focused on the path ahead of me, on the issues with the council, on the mess unraveling by the second—but all I can feel is her. Every nerve ending still hums with the memory, a ghost of her touch lingering on my skin.Our first time wasn’t what I imagined. Hell, I used to picture something… ceremonial. Flowers, candles, a bath already run. I thought I’d bring her roses, whisper things I meant to say months ago, and watch her smile like she didn’t have the weight of the world on her shoulders while I feed her grapes coated in honey. But no. Desire tore that plan to pieces. It was heat and breath and need. It was reckless and raw and real. And while she might try to pretend she regrets it—hell, she even said as much—I saw the way her body clung to mine, the way her wolf, reached for Cyan like she couldn’t stop it.She

"What part of gentleman did you not understand?" Cyan growls lowly. "Because from what just happened here, right now, you were a fucking animal!"Tamsin just screamed at me. She just told me to shut the hell up. She’s probably back inside the cabin, crying her eyes out because I was a colossal idiot. "Silas said gentleman, you moron! Gentleman! Not arguing! What the hell was that, Nox?""I dunno man, I just–""You're a collosal failure," he cuts me off.I feel so many things at once. There's the sting of her words, the unexpected pain of being yelled at. But beneath that, there's a surge of relief that she actually cares enough to yell, to be furious. There's a strange kind of joy, too, a perverse happiness that she’s so worried about me. And then there's the anger, a simmering frustration that she still won't just let me be there for her, completely.She's been too coddling lately, hovering around me like I’m made of glass. And while a part of me, the part that craves her attentio