Page 31 of The Silver Pact

“We’ll take care of you.”

I exhale as he opens a door. It’s free of scents, completely clean. But when he carefully puts me down, I turn to see the most beautiful room I’ve ever seen in my life. At one end is a huge, round, stained glass window. It’s got a compass with four points, beautiful flowers, birds flying, and a scene of a countryside with a stunning sunset.

“That’s beautiful.”

“Yes, West made it.”

I gulp. For his omega. Who isn’t me.

But I could be.

She didn’t want him.

The bed is lower to the ground than I’m used to, with no frame. It appears just to be a mattress on the floor, but no mattress on the floor has ever looked so luxurious. There are blankets and pillows everywhere. There’s a TV. A huge fridge. A music system. Low lights that can turn on from the floor or the ceiling. A fan, air conditioning, a heater.

It is the perfect nest.

“But…what if-”

“Do you see this bite on your wrist, Silver?” Ian asks and runs a thumb over it. I shudder, feeling him inside me in a blast that surprises me.

“Yes.”

“You are the omega we want to share this space with.”

I shiver as he walks to the wall and presses a panel. It opens, revealing a massive bathroom.

“If you want to have a shower or calm down, I need to make a phone call to the office.”

“Office?”

It seems so stupid to ask that now. After everything.

Ian smiles. “I design computer games. Remember, I took you there last week,” he teases and winks at me.

My jaw drops open as he turns and walks out of the nest, leaving me with a myriad of feelings, all of which are too confusing to even try to figure out.

I look at the shower. Perhaps a cold shower will help put this burning out.

I glance back at the bedroom door, a strange mix of excitement, anticipation, and fear coursing through me.

I am the omega they want to share this space with. I take a deep breath and let it out.

thirteen

Weston

Three years ago- Just after Silver kisses Silas

Silver

It’s not working, and I’m not sleeping. He knows I’m here. He touches me whenever he gets a chance. Whispers in my ear all the things he’s going to do to me. I haven’t slept. I can’t eat. I’m so scared. How can no one know I’m this scared?

And I did something stupid.

Really stupid. Why is my life like this? Oh, god, I’m so sorry.

Onyx hates me now. I’m sorry. Why do I do stupid things?