Styx I’d know anywhere since he’s the redhead I’ve been watching fuck that Leon guy like the miserable creep I am.He’s explaining something very animatedly to the small group, talking with his hands and smiling a lot.
I squint as if that’s going to help me see better, lifting my head a little higher, and realize he’s definitely chatting with the big fucker his brother was talking about. Guy has to be damn near seven feet tall and built like a brick shithouse. His back is to me so all I can really see is his size and that he’s dressed in all black.
He’s also blocking most of my view of the other two people with them.
Little movements say there’s a female and a male, and she’s super tiny while he’s kind of tall. It’s hard to tell next to Goliath over there but he’s about the same height as Styx. Which is kind of tall if he’s not an alpha.
I bet those are the two omegas Ransom was talking about.
My heart pinches as that DM runs through my head, causing me to involuntarily lift higher and try to get a better look.
This building is crawling with Russians at any given moment, Knotted Obsessions seems to attract them, there’s no fucking reason at all for me to think the new omega could be mine.
It’s been almost two years of no contact. No search and rescue, no keeping tabs. My omega is gone and the stupid goddamn hope that’s making my chest hurt and bond bite throb is pathetic.
Stupid and unwarranted.
Finding him isn’t going to happen and even if I did… I’m not sure there are enough words in any of the languages I speak to explain what happened and why, then beg for forgiveness I don’t deserve.
Nothing can fix what I did.
Nothing can take it back.
I should have let Nikolai kill me.
Rubbing my chest a little harder, I strain against the darkness to catch a glimpse of either of the omegas but when I try, the giant fuck slowly drops his hands to his sides and glances over his shoulder.
In my direction.
Hood or not, I can tell he’s looking at me, the alpha squaring his stance as tension fills his posture.
A tension I can practically feel. One that makes me want to get out of the truck and walk over to them. A tension that’s both intimidating as fuck but not scary, and the fact that I’m not afraid is why I reach for the door handle.
Something is driving me, pushing me to go to them. Not just Styx or Goliath, but all four of them, and just when I’m about to give into the blind compulsion, the back door opens again and Ransom walks out.
I blow out a ragged breath as I crouch back down, scrubbing my hands over my face as I close my eyes.
Leon and Styx are a temptation. One I haven’t given into and will continue to fight, but that group? The idea of the five of them? Of making contact with any of them outside of the fucking bathroom?
That’s a goddamn problem.
A big one I’m not sure I can handle.
Which only confirms that I’m meant to be alone.
Everyone I love leaves me in one way or another, even bonds and blood can’t make them stay, and this situation just proves I have to accept that.
I’m supposed to be alone and thinking anything different makes me a bigger fool than I thought.
CHAPTER 18
NIKO
WEAK AND POWERLESS - A PERFECT CIRCLE
Tears stream down my face as I aggressively push through the bathroom door, not the least bit worried that anyone is behind it.
I quickly turn the deadbolt then rush to a stall, slam and lock that door before I drop to my knees and barely get over the toilet before I start to vomit.
