Omega Bound
he didn't look at Rhea, or the state of the room, he reached up, his hand catching my wrist with a grip so tight it would surely leave marks tomorrow.
“Bbb…” he rasped his voice, a broken vow.
He pulled me closer, burying his face in my chest, drawing in the scent of his real mate as if he was a drowning man finally taking a breath of fresh air.
Rhea stood frozen, her robe torn suddenly looking like a crazy sort. “You think this changes anything?” She shrieked, her voice cracking as she reached for the fallen syringe again.
“He's still mine! The contract is signed in blood! The council…”