There was nothing at all from our girl flowing through our bond, not until I started having chest pains, and that’s why I’m peeling out of the barn and taking off in the direction I think they’re coming from.
Which sounds really stupid—chest pains having a direction—but there is something pulling me from our property, a nagging feeling in the back of my mind telling me to get the fuck on the road and find our omega.
Saveour omega.
I’m not about to fail her again, it’s not fucking happening.
Following my gut, I tear through town and head for the highway, the direction somewhat familiar as I quickly hit eighty miles per hour.
Why do I know this route?
My brow furrows as my phone rings, and I answer without looking as I change lanes. “Beta.”
“Yes…” Styx says slowly down the line.“You weren’t looking at your phone, were you? You just knew it was me.”
“I did.”
“God, that’s hot.”
I smile a little then slam on my brakes as the semi in front of me does the same before I go around him and drive on the shoulder for the next few miles. “Is everyone okay?”
“We’re good, love,”he says, his tone a little off before he quickly adds,“Injured, but good.”
“We’re bringing you a present!”
I roll my eyes as I hear Leon shout in the background. “Thank you.”
“It’s Boris’ head!”
“What?” I punch the horn as some asshole cuts me off and for a brief moment, I realize I’m driving like Olive.More of that bonding stuff I don’t understand, I bet.
“That’s not why we’re calling.”
I can hear a bit of a scuffling on the other end, my beta snapping at my alphas, both of them going on about abloody headrolling around the cockpit of a private jet. Normally I enjoy things like this, listening to the way my mates interact with each other, watching how they love each other in such unique ways, but right now, my chest is growing tighter by the second and my nerves are all but shot.
“Found a lot of information while we were at the mansion,”my omega grunts as he gets hold of the phone.“You okay, honey?”
“I’m good.” I smile a little at Nikolai’s genuine concern, one that grows when he hears squealing tires and me blasting the horn again.
“Rune, where are you?”
“On my way to Olive.”
“What do you mean? Did she call you?”I can practically hear him roll his eyes.“Of course she didn’t. How do you know where she is, and why are you going there?”
“Instincts.” I am running on nothing but instinct, intuition, and pure fucking adrenaline right now. “I’m sharing my location. How long before you land?”
“D says maybe another hour.We can change course, though, and meet you.”
I shake my head even though he can’t see. “That’s not necessary.”
At least, I hope it’s not.
I’m confident in my ability to handle myself and anyone stupid enough to try me, but I’m making a sad attempt at not jumping to the worst case scenario before I reach Olive. It wasn’t until very recently that I started to feel like something was wrong, and that could easily be me mistaking my newfound hatred for being alone as a problem with our girl.
Something is telling me it’s not.
“Are you sure?”Niko asks as I cut across all four lanes and barely make the exit.“You know we’ll land this thing wherever you need us to.”
