Chapter 50: Wolf-less Omega
’Milady, I’m coming to help soon. Sorry, I saw Orgeve near the infirmary and went to check on him.’
Arkilla’s voice in her head dragged Ren out of the unrest that had consumed her utter being. She wiped away her tears and forced her knees to steady beneath her.
"I’m an idiot. I shouldn’t have done that. I forced myself on him."
She cursed under her breath, walking toward the table. Her palm rested on her chest, her breathing uneven and cold. She needed a distraction before she lost herself completely.
And yet, despite his cold and cruel behavior, she wasn’t reluctant to give him a gift. On the contrary, and annoyingly so, she wanted to give him everything. That kiss could barely be defined as one, yet something had sparked in her heart. A seed had been planted, and in that mere second, it had begun to bloom. She couldn’t stop it. With every passing moment, she let it take root, let it consume her, gradually. Because she wanted this love. Something to hold onto. A reason to survive. And that reason was him, his love. Something that belonged to her and her alone. How she knew it, that was the mystery she could not unravel.
’Take your time, Killa. I’m fine.’ Ren replied, doing her best to sustain a steady voice in her head so she wouldn’t find out.
In truth, Ren needed this time alone. Ever since arriving in Moon Valley, she had barely had a moment to herself. She had grown used to always being near her husband or others. Now, she needed space, needed to pull herself together.
After half an hour, Arkilla entered the lab, her face set, expression unreadable. Ren didn’t know that through their blood bond, Arkilla could feel her sadness and pain which allowed her to sense danger. And, gods, it was best Ren didn’t know, because if she did, she would have broken the bond without hesitation.
Ren looked up at her, forcing a smile. "How is Orgeve?"