Myron I’d been staring at the ceiling for hours, my sheets twisted and damp with sweat. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her — Nalini. The way her eyes had shimmered with unshed tears, the tremble in her voice when she said I should reject her if I didn’t want her. I’d told myself I didn’t care. That she was just some omega who’d wormed her way into my head. But the more I fought it, the tighter the invisible string between us pulled, like it wanted to tear me apart from the inside. Zed was restless too, pacing in the back of my mind. His growl was low, accusing. You hurt her, he snarled. You should go to her. “She’s nothing to us,” I muttered under my breath, dragging a hand through my hair. She’s ours, he snapped back, his voice trembling with anger. You’re lying to yourself, Myron. I sat up sharply, the pull in my chest twisting like a knife. Pain — physical, sharp — lanced through my ribs, and I gasped. It wasn’t mine. I knew that instantly. It was hers. The bond mad
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