Page 51 of Brandy Snap: Part Two

Camille had become too tense, and it was clear from the way the reinforced window shook and the pressure on my ribs that any more from me might tip her over the edge.

“When do you leave?” I asked as I flattened my palms on her mattress, forcing my feet under me so I could stand.

“Before the Selection Ceremony. I don’t want to be here when… You know…”

I looked down at her as I adjusted my collar and cuffs. “When we what?”

She avoided my gaze, staring at the duvet that covered her knees.

“Bond with your new omega,” she whispered.

A light silence passed between us, and Melanie’s conversation came to mind. Despite her insistence, I would find a way to bond with her. My chances were so much greater now she and Kai had exchanged bites.

“I see,” were the only words I gave as I flattened my lapels, and the silence continued. “Did Caspian not tell you he had no plans of biting her?” I asked eventually.

“There’re the things Caspian says he’ll do, and the things he actually does. From the way all three of you looked at Melanie, I don’t think her neck will remain bare for long.”

Her small smile was completely at odds with the darkness crowding her face.

“Believe what you will.” I nodded. “But please take your time to think about this. You don’t have to leave with Michael.”

She dipped her head again, though I caught her scowl.

“This conversation has been a lot. I need to rest now,” she said.

I rose to say a proper goodbye, but she turned resolutely towards the window again.

There was nothing more to be said. If Caspian already knew she was leaving, it would only be right to tell Kai. It might help balance out his mind, though he had refused to talk to me thus far.

My bigger concern was Caspian, and what would happen when the three of us finally had a discussion about fully bonding with Melanie.

Kai

Unfortunately, it was illegal to murder your alphas in most countries.

A too-high percentage of alphas had this nasty habit of killing their omegas in fits of rage and getting away with it. But if an omega killed their alpha, especially a male omega, there’d be no hope for me.

They’d ship me off to an omega prison and I would have to wear orange for the rest of my life.

Joke’s on them, though. I can make any colour look good.

I’d considered murder, especially two years ago when Camille’s health took a sharp turn. They both visited her after work every night for weeks and left me alone in the giant fucking house I didn’t ask for.

The main issue was, I didn’t know if I could make it look like an accident. But I wasn’t sure I wanted to. There’d be no better way to drive Zania absolutely fucking insane than causing so much bad press that it would permanently ruin her image.

But, whatever.

It wasn’t like it was all bad.

Even though Sin basically cheated on me and Cas had been wanting to for so long that it was fucking weird I’d become used to it, I had Brandy, and they didn’t.

I was the one with a bite on my neck where she’d sunk her teeth into me when I made her come for the millionth time last night. And she’d almost cried when we had to leave the arbour because my cock and bites were just that good.

Cas and Sin had never wanted me so much they’d actually fucking cried.

I mean, who the fuck even does that?

Mated omegas. That’s fucking who.