Page 107 of Ondine: Vol. 2

I call Boone.

“Sabbies,” he breathes in relief.

“Don’t call him that.”

“Ondine?”

I’m too angry to reply. I’m too upset to speak.

“Listen, I’m outside. In my car. You want to talk to me? Come out and talk to me.” His voice is so calm and nice. But I’m still so mad. I take the phone with me and leave. I’m going to go yell at him. In the hallway, I realize Sebastian is up in the nest. I think he’s gotten up early and started packing it for me. I don’t eventhink about going to him. I don’t even think about going to the rest of my pack

I storm right out of the house.

Bare feet. Tiny sleep shorts. Tank top.

He’s parked down the road.

I don’t think how bad of an idea this is until he emerges from the car wearing head to toe black.

It’s too late. He grabs me, putting his gloved hand over my mouth with a wet, smelly rag.

I drop the phone onto the concrete. My hands go up to my face, trying to pull his enormous paw off of me. He shushes me until my vision blurs. He lets up only enough for me to suck in a breath, breathing in whatever he soaked the rag in. It makes it impossible to breathe. My vision goes first. And then everything goes out.

I wake up like no time has passed at all. I jerk around, still trying to get out of his arms. But I’m not being held by him anymore. I’m in a basement. It’s a friendly space (despite being held here against my will) with couches, tv, and a bar. Kind of looks like a cabin in the woods. There’s a bedroom off to the side. A kitchenette behind the couches. He’d laid me down on a loveseat. When I find my feet, I discover he’s very close to me.

“I was expecting Sebastian. So I’m sorry if the dosage was off. It was meant for a large alpha man.”

This whole place smells like him. That outdoor grass smell. I used to not mind it, but suddenly it smells more like dirt and zoo poop.

I’m very lethargic.

My feet are on the ground, but I’m totally immobile on the couch.

“But this is a much better development. I was going to use him to bait you to come. And then it would be the three of us. Buthe’ll come for you. No matter what. Now I can focus on severing your bond.”

I nearly pass out again. I go to stand, but I can’t even get an inch off the couch.

“You know, I learned a lot after Bunny. She was my first omega. I was young, and didn’t quite know what I was doing. First, you have to separate the omega from her pack. The further, the better. That’s why we are at my parent’s house in Sixthwater Ridge. You slept like a baby in the back seat the whole seven hour drive. So, don’t worry, sweetheart.”

He stands up and walks over to the bar, filling a glass with water.

“Next, you have to scent her. Purge her of all her pack’s scents. Beautiful thing here, you only have one alpha. Freddie. And his bite is shallow.”

He puts his hand under my chin and helps me drink the water. I’d resist, but I’m actually very thirsty. He sets the empty glass down on a coffee table.

A cloud of white powder falls down the side of the glass to the bottom.

“Are you ready?” He says and then dips his head down to my neck. I fall back, but he just takes my limp-like body and holds me while he scents me. He rubs his neck against my neck. The side of his face pushes up my cheek and ear. He groans like he’s getting pleasure out of it.

If I had all my faculties, I’d bite his ear off. But I can’t even lift my arms. I think my condition is getting worse.

“There. All better. We will have to do that a lot.” He kisses my forehead.

“Bunny,” I say with my soft jaw and loose lips, but I can’t say anything more.

“She was being abused by her pack, or rather, that’s what the courts ruled. That’s why she slipped into bond sickness and my bite killed her.”

He sighs and touches my face, looking me in the eye.