My omega, my fated true mate, left me sitting at our favorite deli. Alone with a corned beef sandwich, which I ate before I realized he wasn’t just still mad about our little tiff over breakfast but had been taken by a notorious cabal working under the auspices of science.
Most humans didn’t believe we existed, but these villains knew the truth. And they wanted to find out how shifters and others with gifts they did not share accessed them, so they could have them for themselves.
My omega had not survived their “testing.” An omega who escaped saw...
He never showed up.
My omega, my fated true mate, left me sitting at our favorite deli. Alone with a corned beef sandwich, which I ate before I realized he wasn’t just still mad about our little tiff over breakfast but had been taken by a notorious cabal working under the auspices of science.
Most humans didn’t believe we existed, but these villains knew the truth. And they wanted to find out how shifters and others with gifts they did not share accessed them, so they could have them for themselves.
My omega had not survived their “testing.” An omega who escaped saw him die.
My life at the sanctuary keeps me from drowning in grief and self-blame. If I hadn’t made a fuss about nothing, we’d have spent the day together instead of his car breaking down on the way to our make-up lunch, leaving him vulnerable and alone. I couldn’t make up for what I did, but I could use my healer training to help others who had been in captivity or, like me, lost their mates or family to them.
Another escapee was being brought to us, and the video sent by the wolf shifter who picked him up was disturbing. He was bruised and emaciated, and his face held lines of suffering. He looked so much like my omega that for a moment I let myself hope. But it was impossible. He was dead, and I had to accept that.
