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Decebal frowned. “What does that mean?”
“Well, for some of them…” I fisted my shirt tight to try not to let my voice shake. “When it was Flynn—the pack lead… It was like I thought there was going to be a bond—a d-dark bond. But then there wasn’t.”
Decebal’s eyes darkened. “If he didn’t complete it, you’re safe.”
“Okay. Good.” My chest loosened. “I might have just imagined it anyway?—”
“I doubt that.” There was a twisted expression on Decebal’s face. “That is something a pack lead can threaten—an intimidation tactic for cowards. If he was, it wasn’t by accident.”
I stared, unsure what my face was doing right now. I tried to fix it, and Decebal was kind enough to look away as he took another drag.
“I’ve worked with your pack for a long time,” he murmured. “Seen some fucked up shit—on their case and others. There are no vermin lower than alphas who abuse their power to hurt omegas.” He looked sick. “Not how it’s supposed to work.”
The cigarette smoke rose in the air, much less sweet than Uncle’s cigars had been. I didn’t hate it, though.
“You’re still worried?” he asked, after a long pause.
I tugged my knees onto the wooden patio chair and hugged them to my chest. “What if me being in the bond hurts them?”
“It won’t.”
“How can you be sure?”
He looked back at me, a smile playing on his lips.
“You are the only good thing that has happened to that pack in a long time.”
I considered that, finding it hard to argue with. And Decebal seemed to know everything about me, Dusk, Umbra, and Ransom, which was a little unnerving. But comforting, too, when he said things like that.
“You remind me of him,” I said.
“Dusk?” He asked.
I nodded.
Decebal laughed. “We couldn’t be more opposite.”
“Why?”
“The pack Dusk was given was broken, and he put it back together piece by piece. I was given an amazing family, and I…” He trailed off, turning the cigarette in his hand. “You’re worried you’re poison, Shatter? None of you are. I’m the poison in my pack. I know it when I see it.”
I frowned. “Is that why you want an omega?”
“For me?” He asked. “No—well, yes if you ask me on a selfish day, but I don’t have anything to offer, not really.” He took another drag of his cigarette, nearly finishing it. “An omega might balance us, though… Bring Bane out of his shell, make them all happy—maybe soften up my pack lead. He carries a lot—he’s done a lot, for all of us. He deserves that.”
“And you don’t?” I asked.
“I don’t deserve any of my pack, let alone the omega destined for them.”
I frowned, sad at the resolution in his eyes, the absolution of his scent, the edge of roses turning bitter. “You’d have to be a part of it,” I said.
He grinned, seeming rather unphased. “I would be. If we got an omega, I’d spoil the shit out of them. I’d make sure they had the world. Dusk and I, we have that in common: pack is everything.”
I considered that for a long moment. He’d said he was nothing like Dusk, but I didn’t believe it.
Was it possible Dusk felt like this sometimes?
I was his omega now. I think I had to watch out for that.
