I care about Niko more than I want to admit, too much if I’m being honest, and I’ve been fighting it for well over a year. I need to stop fighting now, though. If anything happened to him it would ruin me. I’ll do what I need to do tomorrow and accept whatever comes of it as a clear cut sign from the universe.
If I spill my guts and he heads back to Omega’s Haven, obviously my feelings were wrong and I need to increase my therapy sessions. If I tell him everything and Niko stays…
I glance back over my shoulder as I start to pull the door closed, Niko standing outside the bathroom staring at me when I do, and my heart starts to beat a little faster.
Why does the idea of him staying scare me almost as much as him deciding to leave?
CHAPTER 6
RUNE
HUNGRY LIKE THE WOLF - DURAN DURAN
Fifteen years.
Tracking.
Hunting.
Obsessing.
Yearning.
Fifteen years are coming to an end.
I found her, and she found him.
All that’s left to do is sharpen my teeth.
Lay in wait a little longer.
Get close enough to bite.
Strike.
Then devour.
CHAPTER 7
NIKO
FRIENDS - CHASE ATLANTIC
I’ve been watching Liv awkwardly talk to the couple from the site two down from ours for the last twenty minutes, and every second has been gold.
One of the nice things about this RV park is the fact that they give you the option to choose where to go based on designation and status.
They don’t seem to pry, and it’s not in some disrespectful, segregated way. But you don’t have to say anything about your designation, it’s not a requirement, either, just an option to make people comfortable all around. If you’re a single omega you can say something and they’ll give you a site with other omegas, betas, or people who have packs. It’s kind of nice that they’re so safety conscious.
Liv didn’t pay attention to that when we got here, though, and probably didn’t think twice when we parked because we’ve been alone in our row the last two days.
We aren’t anymore.
A nice little elderly couple pulled in bright and early this morning, right when Liv decided to go pace in front of her truckfor an hour, and she couldn’t get back in here fast enough to avoid them.
I went out and pretended to check the water tanks when I saw one of the ladies step outside and make a beeline for Liv. I introduced myself as Mikhail, like a good little omega who’s hiding but doesn’t know why, then excused myself to make breakfast. Then I came in, opened the curtains and cracked a window so I didn’t miss a second of their chat.
Liv’s discomfort with strangers is clear. She wears it on her face, and that is much louder than her words ever could be. I’m sure there’s more to it than her just being overall antisocial but that is definitely a huge part of it. I’m not much better, I’ve been a man of few words my entire life, but I kind of like being able to pushSparrowout of her nest and make her people for a little bit.
