The sparkly sheen of yellow across the cemetery draws me in. I'm not surprised this time. I know who it is, and she's waitingfor me. Something new has unlocked in my abilities, and I'm not afraid. Our loved ones, even passed on, can connect with us. What a beautiful thing...
Crouching in front of her stone, I place my hand on her name and smile when she wraps her tether around my forearm.
"Hi, Sadie. I don't know if Jarek told you all the news, but he probably left some stuff out. You ready for some serious tea?"
Sadie's sparkly yellow wraps tighter in excitement, making me laugh. Somehow it feels so natural to interact with them. My gift is growing, and I'm so grateful for the things that make me different.
"Let’s start with our daily affirmations because this is going to be an emotional roller coaster."
"I am beautiful. I am strong. I am different and not wrong. I have boundaries. I have grace. I have a voice and am not a disgrace."
Next for Y.V. Omegaverse:
Nestless Without You
An omega taken from her two mates and saved by two more.
Each miserable second without my bonded mates takes another piece of my fragile soul. I can barely function and the environment I’m forced to live in makes everything worse.
My father stole me from my pack just to keep me locked away from the world. Day in and day out, I listen and watch other omegas suffer. He says I should be grateful that I’m not them but all I feel is worthless and weak.
Some days, I wish he would just sell me, too.
Other times, when the sun is rising in the sky, painting my cell in yellow and blue, I beg for my knights in shining armor to save me from this torment.
One day, someone does. Trent. A new scent match who brings me home to his male omega who’s adamant I’m his too.
They try to heal me, but they can’t possibly want me to stay. Especially when they find out my omega is tearing me apart one cell at a time without my bonded mates. I was hoping for someone to save me, yet I’m still waiting for my pack to find me.
I’m partially feral. I have no desire to nest. Depressed and lonely, I’m not willing to thrive. I’ve been torn from my mates, and have no will to bond again…
And I’m being hunted by my own father.
Who would ever want someone as broken as me?
