The Omega's Choice
Then, her gaze turns bitter, cold and sharp as a winter wind.
"Whatever is going to happen to you tomorrow," she says, her voice low and venomous, "it would be because you chose the wrong side, Nox. All you had to do was love me. Get over the stupid omega. And your life wouldn't be such a mess."
My jaw clenches. "Nothing happening now," I tell her, my voice hard, "nothing you or my mother do, would ever make me regret loving Tamsin. Ever."
This makes her snap. Her face contorts, morphing from bitter to pure rage. She screams, a high, piercing sound that echoes through the quiet woods, and lunges at me, her hands clawing, nails bared.
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