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“I’m not going to do it, Silver.” I tug my arm free, wincing at the scrape of her nails.
“Then you doom us both,” Silver snaps. “You selfish bitch. After all I’ve been through, all the suffering alone and holed up, protecting you, staying with you so you weren’t alone. Dad suffering…”
She trails off, but I’m already back in that space, reliving those horrible days. Guilt crashes through me. The fire, the hunger, the debts, all those pages and pages of bills, and losing the house, our home, our belongings, and then learning to live in this terrifying reality. I relive it all in seconds.
“Let me help you find a different pack,” I say earnestly and reach out for her hand.
“You really aren’t going to do this for me, are you?” Silver’s shocked. She backs away from me. “I can’t believe this.”
I stare at her. My lips are pressed into a thin line to stop any words from escaping. Her brows lower, and she snatches her hand back.
“Fine. I can’t believe it, but fine. I'll set my sights on another pack.”
I watch her cautiously. “Silver, I’m sorry-”
She holds her hand up and slashes it through the air between us. Her shirt swishes as she moves, the blue brings out her eyes and makes her look younger than she is. “I don’t want to hear it. I see how it is. Your true colours come out when you get a bit of attention.” The jab is cruel and untrue.
She’s behaving like a kid. Has she always been like this? Have I always given in?
“No, that’s not it! Silver!” I try to reach for her, but she throws her hands dramatically in the air.
My exasperation has me folding my arms and shaking my head.
I keep trying to call her, but she stalks away from me. At the door, her body language turns lighter and happier, and she laughs as she pushes the door open.
I glance at the desk and find a girl standing over it, staring with her mouth hanging open. She blinks a few times and shakes her head. “Fucking crazy omegas.”
I turn away so I can pretend I didn’t hear the betas whisper. She’s not wrong. My sister seems fucking crazy. She’s worse here.
I think.
With a sigh, I push open the doors and walk outside. I’m supposed to be meeting Dylan here, but I suddenly wish I wasn’t. The weather has paused in its continuous drizzling, but it looks like it’s about to open up again any minute now.
I lean against the wall and close my eyes. Last night with Falcon, I thought my heart was going to explode out of my chest. This game I’m playing with this pack is going to destroy me. Their touch is addictive, the sex and kisses are, too, but it’s the hugs and the hand-holding. The sweet moments that are melting my defenses like an ice cube left in the sun.
They are inside me. A future unfurls like a vision before my eyes. I can see us now. A fantasy life that I can’t have. And just imagining going back to my life without them is devastating. The sheer emptiness of my world without them in it…how can I go back to that now? I know what it’s like to be with them. But I know what it's like to be without them.
How can I give it up?
Dylan appears on the path, walking towards me. His black jeans hug him like a second skin. The purple shirt and black vest are startling, but it looks right on him. I push off the wall as he gets close. He scrapes his hand through his short hair and looks away from me.
“Did you sleep well?” His growly voice vibrates through me, and I almost close my eyes in the pleasure of just hearing him speak.
“I did.” I clear my throat, feeling a strange heat inside my limbs. “You?”
“Yeah, it was all right.”
I meet his eyes and get the crashing image of falling deeply into stars. He leans in, but the doors to the resort bang open. The group of alphas and a red-haired omega stop and regard us. The omega laughs and walks the other way, whispering.
Dylan growls and grips my wrist and tugs me after him. I have to jog to keep up. My nerves are firing like lightning’s being conducted along them, butterflies and smiles. Trembling fingers and short puffy breaths. Nerves and excitement.
Dylan stops at a building and pulls out a set of keys. It takes him a moment to unlock the door, but then he’s ushering me inside and closing it behind us. The inside is clean, but the walls are painted with a rain forest mural. There’s a door on the other side of the room that’s blacked out and a desk that’s unmanned.
“What’s going on?” I ask warily.
I barely get the words out when he backs me up against the wall. His hands find my hips, gripping hard enough to bruise. I let out a moan, my head tilting back. Dylan leans forward and kisses me. He nips at my bottom lip until I open for him, tangling our tongues together.
He’s my addiction. My weakness. I’d do anything for another kiss, another moment, another touch. I’d kill just to see another smile.
