And now I was their second omega, which meant they were going to want me to do omega things. Extra omega things, since Sin didn’t seem all that interested. But he pulled his weight around here, and I definitely wasn’t going to be able to manage that.
I could tell they didn’t understand the Ascendants doctrine, though that was to be expected.
But I couldn’t afford to let their doubt creep in.
Karma still wasn’t right. He was, however, much,muchmore stable than last night.
Was it because Sin was right? Or maybe the dark bond had sorted it all out.
Now, they were my pack—and they’d gone about it all the right way.
I chewed on my bottom lip, pacing back and forth across the room. We’d eaten our food, Vandle finishing off his entire heaping plate with me under his arm. Then my alphas had become a little growly, and I’d looked up to spot Holden watching us from the second level of the square.
He didn’t look very happy, and the way he glared at me made goosebumps rise on my skin.
So my pack had brought me back to the cell, and we’d spent all day here. But there wasn’t much to do.
It was so small in here. I was used to small, but I wasnotused to having alpha scents drowning me in myownspace.
It made me feel… odd.
I could feel a tightness in my stomach like what happened when I was about to go into heat, but not quite as intense. It became worse whenever one of the pack came too close.
It was because of the drug I’d been injected with—had to be.
I’d barely scraped by heat once already, and now being this close to alphas was setting my hormones off. I was confused about what I should and shouldn’t do. I had to get my head on straight.
On top of that I’d been given drugs to send me into heat—and then more to block it. So I’m sure everything was out of whack.
I was dark bonded, which meant that this pack was mine—rightfully. Or… I was theirs. It had all happened so fast I didn’t know if I was ready for what that meant.
All I knew was that it was too soon for heat.
Waytoo soon.
Vandle was in the shower, Phantom was out in the hall chatting with the Emerald pack, and Karma was sitting in the corner, using a dull knife to chip a hole into the cement wall at the edge of one of the spray-painted pictures. Spray painting had been described as a sin in the Convent, but looking around the room at the bright colours, I think the Sisters must be mixed up.
Not all of it made sense. Some pictures were of sunsets and trees, or words I couldn’t make out. This room would be so gloomy without it.
Sin sat on one of the bottom bunks, watching me.
I squirmed under his attention, unable to stop pacing. He was okay with this, okay with me… I thought. But I couldn’t be sure. I could feel him in the pack bond, but I didn’t think I could feel all his emotions. Or anyone’s, really.
This pack, they blocked off the bond with thick walls of stone.
Walls I didn’t have. I probably should build some so they were more comfortable, but I didn’t know how—and wasn’t certain I wanted to.
I needed to know how they felt, even more than I already knew.
Then I could know for sure that they all wanted me. That they didn’t… regret it.
“Do you want a nest, gorgeous?” Sin caught my wrist in his hand as I paced by, and I looked down at him in surprise.
“A… nest?”
I’d never had one before. Not really. Nesting was heavily regulated. We couldn’t let our instincts get too wild, of course. There had been incidents in the past, so the Sisters were rightfully strict.
But I’d always wondered what it would be like.