Semua Bab Omega Bound: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Kieran By the next morning, when I prepared for class my temper was already Razor thin.I caught Ronan by accident at the west wing, it wasn't planned, I just needed him to talk to me, I wasn't stalking him.I was turning a corner too fast, already irritated by my own thoughts, when he stepped out and nearly collided with me.For half a second, we were close enough that I could inhale his scent through my lungs.The scent hits me, faint, restrained and weird in a way I couldn't put into words too.Soft and Lunar, held too tightly, like someone pressing a hand over a wound and pretending it wasn’t bleeding.It wasn't like a scent from an Omega or an Alpha either, it wasn't the calm, satisfied wash that followed a rut either.It was suspended, as if his scent was holding it own breath.My instincts leaned in before my mind could catch up, My chest tightened, breath going shallow as my wolf tried to take the reins from me and pull me into his arms.Ronan stiffened instantly.His eyes f

RonanThe door slams shut behind me, and his scent hits me like a blow, Alpha, Hot, Wild. My knees nearly give out from the Domineering energy.It isn't aggressive nor sharp, or too territorial in the ways Alphas give off their scent, this is deeper, fuller. A mating call that sinks under my skin and wraps tight around my ribs, like something ancient finally recognizing its other half.Something snarls in the air, I don't need to see him to know he's there, I lift my head slowly, and Kieran isn't asleep. It isn't even Kieran.He's standing near my wardrobe, shoulders rolled forward, head tipped slightly as he drags in breath after breath through his nose. My clothes hand open, disturbed, fabric clenched in his fist like an anchor, a low sound rips from his chest, frustrated and feral, his scent sours a bit.“Wrongggg,” he growls out, voice rough and fractured. “Wronggg.” My blood turns to ice.His eyes are unfocused when he looks up, gold eyes blown wide, pupils intense, by instincts.

Kieran I wake up, as the room snaps into focus, my bed twisted and rough, like I'd fought all night or dragged up from under water, Ronan's bed was empty and his scent was gone.My scent had even faded from the room too, but it should have settled the way it did after a rut ended, instead there was nothing, just an empty ache behind my ribs, sharp and persistent, like I gave half of me to someone.I sat there for a long time, trying to figure out what went wrong last night, trying to force the feeling down,I should feel like this.I dressed up fast, movements clipped, boots, jackets, and the memory of last night clawing up without permission. Anyway, where I could remember, at least was Ronan shaking, eyes glassy with tears, voice breaking as he cries and to me to get control.The way he'd looked at me like i was something dangerous, he couldn't afford to trust.My wolf just lounged inside me, preening over something, for him to be happy about, I knew something was wrong.I just did

RonanThe gates open after two nights in solitary confinement, the metallic shriek that cuts through the courtyard.I'm already turning, bracing before I know why, I notice his presence in every room first.Kieran steps out first, eyes gaunt, his shoulders squared, posture, immaculate, and his control refined enough that he doesn't look at anywhere longer than a second.Ethan follows a half step behind him. Arm in a cast, eyes scanning like he's expecting trouble the second his boots hit the stone.The crowd moves forward in order to see them no one has been put in solitary confinement in the past four years, whispers, curiosity snapping sharp after days of silence.My chest tightens, our eyes almost meet , but I look away.The courtyard is filled with an announcer voice, amplified, official ,and too loud to escape.“By the order of the High Council and with full familial consent,” the instructor announces, “ Kieran Vale and Rhea Collins are formally betrothed, effective immediately.

RonanI wake up choking on a sound I don't recognize. It takes me a second to realize it's me.The ceiling above Ethan's private dorm room is unfamiliar, higher and warmer, and so beautifully decorated, and for a disorienting moment, I don't remember how I got here.Then my chest tightened, and the memory slams back in, the betrothal announcement, the courtyard, and the Vale ruby at Rhea's throat the way the whole school applauded if only they knew.I roll to my side and press my face into one of Kieran's pillows I stole from our dorm, and inhale his scent, my throat burns, my eyes ache, I cried so hard I feel scraped out, like something essential leaked away and didn't come back.The big bed dips. “Hey,” Ethan says, sitting at the edge. He doesn't touch me. He never does unless i ask. “You're safe.”I swallow and nod.“I didn't mean to intrude." My voice breaks. I stop, breathe, and try again. “I didn't plan to stay, I just needed a break from everything.”“I know.” His voice was st