Page 2 of Omega's Salvation
I wonder if the individual in Nepheline’s dreams is the silver wolf in mine. It would be one hell of a connection but I’m not ready to voice that just yet. “How long have you been having this dream?” She mumbles ‘a week’ which just adds further confusion to the issue. It’s as if that now we’re all in the same place, now that Nepheline has accepted her Alphas, the magic returning is bringing other pieces back as well. “Let’s get you back to bed. Remi needs his body pillow.”
That earns me a smile, the little Alpha growing on me. He’s overly sweet with her and provides for the rest of us the way I thought most Omegas did. Here, with the Nightshade pack, there is no push against what Remi finds comfortable. In fact, I’ve seen him glow underneath the attention of his other Alphas and he regularly seeks out their approval within the house.
He’s no less fierce than the others but the soft spot he has for his family is incredible.
“I don’t really want to go back to sleep, Mave. It’s frustrating. It’s like I reach for whatever it is and then it runs away or disappears. It’s there. I know it is but-” Her lip turns up in a little growl and I just laugh, pulling her to the living room. It’s a second nest of sorts, a place where all our scents are firmly embedded into the cushions. If Nepheline isn’t in her main nest or my bed, I find her here, sprawled out like a cat as we discuss next steps.
I settle on the floor amongst leftover blankets and pillows from last night, Nepheline tilting her head to the side when I gesture at her to sit beside me. “I have an idea. Shift for me, kitten.”
“What, why?”
“Because I don’t know much but I know about the healing powers of your wolf. I also know that sometimes clarity comes when the healing begins. It’s something you haven’t tried. What’s the worst that could happen?”
Nepheline plops down beside me and I take several deep breaths when she presses against my side, reminding me that she’s still naked. “This is weird. If you had a fetish like Remi, you should have just said so.”
“I do not need a fetish to ravage you Nepheline.”
“Then why haven’t you? We both feel the same pull.”
I’ve thought about Nepheline beneath me more times than I can count. Fantasies take over my rational mind as I catch her with her other Alphas, her joyous laughter and fierce determination drawing me in little by little. The need to touch her and kiss her and devour her grows with every moment I stay in this house. It isn’t about Nepheline, though.
She lightly kisses my arm, waiting for me to answer. It’s odd that an Alpha doesn’t immediately bond their Omega or at least spend every waking moment talking about it. I let out a heavy sigh before dragging her onto my lap, Nepheline settling until her thighs on either side of mine. I cradle her cheeks in my hands, her lids fluttering closed as she gives herself to me. “Kitten, I want you. So much.” I press my lips to hers, drinking in her sweet taste. “But I won’t force this.”
Nepheline leans in closer, wanting more. “It’s about her, isn’t it?” We’ve never spoken about my previous family. I’ve mentioned it in passing. They all know I lost my first Omega. It isn’t a secret but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.
“I didn’t think I’d get a happily ever after again. And I’m not sure I have.”
“Why won’t you let yourself be happy?”
“Because I did that once, kitten. And it nearly killed me.”
Nepheline whimpers at my confession and as much as I want the Omega currently pressed against me, I’m a bit selfish and want to guard my fragile heart. With Nepheline, I believe I can be happy again but it’ll take me a while to truly believe that. She takes a deep breath and then releases it as her shift overtakes her.
Her wolf curls up on my lap, swarming me with white and red fur. I run my fingers through her coat, loving the way she purrs beneath my touch. She cuddles closer until the heat from her wolf begins to seep into my skin, images filtering into my head that don’t make sense. Images that are not mine nor from my subconscious.
Squeals of laughter play in front of me before I find myself transported into the heart of a pack, one that I vaguely recognize. I squint, trying to understand what I’m seeing when the girl looks back at me and waves me forward. Nepheline. She can’t be more than seven or eight, that wild smile I’ve fallen in love with staring up at me. It’s the boys she’s playing with that snags my attention.
This is her memory.
It has to be the one she can’t quite grasp but I have no idea how I’m sharing it with her or why a younger Flynn is sitting a few feet away, his brows furrowed, anger pouring off of him. Nepheline isn’t paying him any mind as she runs around with the other one, a boy I don’t recognize but it’s the warmth she holds for him that tells me how special he is.
And the few strands of silver falling from his hair tell me just who he is—the silver wolf from my dreams.
I continue to watch as Nepheline’s laughter fills the air, the little boy finally allowing her to catch up. She throws her arms around his neck, kissing his cheeks as he holds her. “I’m going to love you forever, my Beta.”
There’s two things wrong with this scene.
One, Nepheline mentioned that she fell in love with a Beta when she was younger. This memory very clearly shows it was never Flynn.
Two, I don’t understand why I’m here. In Nepheline’s memory.
Things are changing.
The magic is returning.
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