All Chapters of Omega Bound: Chapter 41 - Chapter 48

RONAN I turn on the light, and stand inside the dorm room, the door clicking shut behind me and let my senses adjust the way they are meant to do, slow, deliberate, searching for what doesn't belong.The room doesn't look the same, my part to be exact, and that is a problem.My bed is made too neatly, the blanket pulled tightly at the corners, the desk is aligned, the air feels handled, I cross the room and stop in front of my wardrobe.The doors are closed, perfectly as if the person cared enough to make sure I wouldn't notice, I open it, and at first glance, nothing is wrong. Shirts folded, jackets hung, pants were stacked.But then my chest tightens because the order is off in a way only I would know.I fold by softness, cotton before wool, silk never touches denim. It's my omega instinct, comfort first.Now, the silk scarf rests against cotton. Wool on bare hangers, things have been moved, touched, and returned incorrectly.My fingers tremble as I start counting.One shirt. Two.

RonanI look down, and I'm standing at the edge of the frozen lake attraction, decorative light wards glow beneath the ice, illuminating cracks spiderwebbing very close to my boots.The ice is too thin, I'm one misstep from falling into the cold ice water.“Easy,” a low growly voice murmurs near my ear, too low and too close to place. “ You don't want to fall now.”By the time I stagger back onto solid ground, the voice that guided me there is gone, dissolved into the crowd like it was never real.I press my palm to my chest and force my breathing to slow. The festival has started, but I don't feel interested, I feel like I'm standing behind glass.I don't feel safe, I think I'm being hunted.“Ronan!” Dax's voice cuts through all the noise, I turn and spot him and Finn near a food stall shaped like a cabin, both of them bundled in coats and impatience. I feel a great amount of relief as i move towards them.Finn studies my face the second I'm close enough. “You look like you had a dea

RonanI wake up choking, as if someone held my lungs and just decided to let go, my body jerks against the bed, muscles tensing in sharp and ugly pulls.“Easy, easy,” a voice says close. Hands grip my shoulders, firm, grounding. “You're safe. Don’t move.”I smell Kieran's scent all over me before looking up and seeing Ethan.The world comes back into focus in broken pieces. Rough wool blankets scraping my skin, the sting of antiseptic, the low hum of heaters vibrating through the floor. Light filters through the glass.My shoulders burn, not a surface pain, but deep, aching, like something unsettled beneath the skin.The bite aches, and I swallow hard.“I..” My throat feels shredded. “What.”“You fainted,” Ethan says quickly, like he's afraid I'll disappear again if he pauses. “ During the procession. You just went down.”Images rush back in fragments, the crowd, Kieran's face too close, filled with alarm.Shame hits me harder than the pain.“I collapsed," I murmur.Ethan doesn't de

Ronan I felt it the moment the cornfield settled, as I ran out of the cornfield after the creepy look Rhea gave me, so I saw the hum of excitement still buzzing, students laughing, some kissing , music filling the air, saturated with instincts. Drawing a slow deep breath through my nose, too many scents layered badly. Fear disguised as fun, Excitement that is moving closer to aggression. Kieran stands near the altar where the offering to the moon goddess is situated, looking professional and untouched, and trained for Alpha leadership, his eyes are hazy. His wolf is too close to the surface, even I could tell and feel it, like a restless pull tugging at my ribs. And I see Rhea in my peripheral vision, she crossed the open space with a deliberate calm, pale festival moon light catching in her hair, her expression composed enough to fool anyone who wasn't paying attention, the metallic stench of blood flowing from her. Students parted instinctively as she passed, attention