Page 65 of Redfang Royal

Afterward, I heard Reese lost his baseball scholarship. One rumor said their pack got in trouble with the Triad and had to run from Jin’s dad. Another said Bishop’s father shipped them to college in Italy to make mafia contacts and let Reese recover by the sea.

Maybe they came back, maybe they tried to contact me, but I never found out because I had to disappear too.

Jin’s kiss rocked me into pre-awakening.

My toxic gamma stink didn’t come until my traumatic full awakening, but within a few days of tasting Jin’s lips, my strange, sour, omega-with-an-asterisk pheromones peeked out. Before I knew what was happening, my foster “fathers” started looking at me a way that no grown man should ever look at a fourteen-year-old girl.

Vivian flipped, but not because she mated a pack of trash bastards.

She was jealous. Full-on, ragey-territorial.

Remembering makes me dry heave.

Luckily, my second-worst mother figure was so desperate to boot me fast and far away that she accidentally made a good decision. She banished me to the Omega Cultivation Center.

So, I was blindsided yet again, finding out I was an omega* the same way I’m always blindsided by shocking new revelations about who and what I am.

I’ve lived through some bombs.

But that kiss was the one that rearranged my foundation.

For almost four years at the OCC, every day, every time I thought of Jin, Bishop, Dutch, or Reese—my dream pack—my belly gave that same shivery twist.

I had no reason to think they’d accept me, even if I hunted them down.

But I hoped.

I hoped and dreamed and fantasized about five-way heats.

Then my Redfang brothers recognized this store-brand princess face, stole me from my bed, and ran a sale on a fake heiress.

I clutch my stomach, but it forgot how to flutter the night the men who bought me bit my throat.

I didn’t bite back. Didn’t complete the bond. But they forced a partial mating, just deep enough to ruin my hope.

An omega can survive a broken bond, especially one that’s already weak or fraying, but it’s a hell of a different ride when your mates die and their bites are bloody fresh.

Also, when you’re their murderer.

Now, I’m basically a bond widow.

Hormones MIA.

I never had a second heat after they drugged me into the first.

And fuck a fluffy duck.

I didn’t know what I was doing. My ability popped out of nowhere when I was terrified and bleeding, barely aware of anything beyond the blood and smoke. I couldn’t feel my body, let alone control the brand-new gamma whammy.

If it were now?

I’d make them suffer.

So. Much. More.

Being freakish and halfway widowed never stopped my obsession with the guys. As much as I dreaded ever seeing them again, I clung to that last, desperate hope that we’d find each other and my body would magically heal.

I’d be perfect and whole, for them.

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