Filed to story: The Omega Destiny
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Call it instinct. I don’t know. It shouldn’t make sense that Aramana suggested to look for odorless poison. She has been out of her prison only a short time, but her leadership instinct must be bred into her. Of course they are. She is a white wolf, ancient and powerful. My excuse? I have been out of my prison longer than she has, but yet I feel helpless and afraid. That deep, throbbing fear must have been what I reacted on. I don’t know how, but I exploded. Well, again. I open my eyes to see a shocked Cyrus banging or what could only be called a blue shield of some kind. It came from me, and I don’t have time to think about it. All I have time to do is be with my mate and hold his hand while I watch his features for any sort of reaction. Any sort of sign that he is improving or declining. He can’t leave me. I realize in this moment that the world outside of this shield doesn’t matter. The only important thing to me is inside of it. I look from Thane to Cyrus. He is repeatedly smacking the shield. His face changes from awe stuck to fear, then to anger. I couldn’t lower it if I tried. I don’t know how and I am not asking right now. Aramana will help me.
After a short time Cyrus leaves. He probably feels defeated with the weight of all of this on his shoulders, a poisoned alpha and an ancient, fates gifted shield surrounding us that he can’t get through. I kiss Thane’s forehead and rest my head on his chest. I am exhausted from life. I listen to his heart; I listen to his breathing. I close my eyes and use my imagination to dream of a better life. I allow myself to feel what I want and see what I want. I am baking in the kitchen, talking with the ladies and sharing secrets with Monica. I see myself waving at shifters that I walk by without fear. I am training with Cyrus. Kicking, hitting, shifting. I can smell the forest. I can feel the wind through my fur as I run and hunt. After a long day working, Thane comes in the door of our house. Maybe a cabin by a lake. Rustic and homey. He walks through the front door, and I run to him, jumping in his arms and throwing my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist as he holds me in the air, spinning me. I look down at him and get lost in his eyes. Thane flashes him dimples and I grab his hair and crash down on his lips as he walks into the house. I smell our scents mingle. I feel our bond and it is strong. It pulls us together and we spend the whole night tangled in the sheets.
I look up at Thane and smile while I can feel tears flowing. I realize that I want this bond. I want us. Screw Della and screw anyone else that tries to get in the way. We are fated for a reason. The mate bond is sacred, older than time and we are destined for each other. Do
I allow myself to hope? Do I say when Thane pulls through instead of if Thane pulls through? I flip the washcloth over on his forehead and push his black hair out of the way. I put my head on his chest again and think. I know nothing about healing or poisons or even enemies of this pack so I can’t help him in that regard, but I can stay by his side and be with him. I sit up and grab a hold of Thane’s hand again and stare. I stare at him like he holds the answers I need and then Aramana speaks the words Use the bond. How can I use the bond? I ask franticly and she states one word Tug.
I close my eyes and search deep within myself. I search for that thread. That flicker of flame that is Thane and find it. I can see a red tether in my mind and a blue tether. The blue must be my gifting because this giant bubble I am currently in and still need to have a discussion about. The red must be my mate bond. I feel myself pulling on the tether. A tugging sensation in my chest. I hold it and hold it. I refuse to let go. I refuse to let him go. As long as I am holding this, I know he can’t leave me. I am going to use the bond to keep him here. I just don’t know how long I will be able to hold it.
I don’t know how long Cyrus has been gone for, but he bursts back into my room. “Ayla can you hear me in your freaky mind bubble?” I nod yes, and I can, it is just very muffled. “Look, I don’t know how you are doing this and maybe you don’t either, but I need you to try and get rid of this thing. I have two things in my hand, and I need to see how Thane reacts to them. It could tell us if any of these are the poison.” I think stare at him for a moment and back to Thane. I close my eyes and find that blue thread within and give it a slight tug. When I tug the thread, the blue shield vanishes. “Holy shit. You literally made a force field. He says before kneeling beside the bed. “I researched odorless poisons with Greg. Don’t worry, he has been threatened with his life if he tells anyone about your blue bubble. I actually told him you would melt his brain, so if he says anything you can do that and roll with it.” I roll my eyes, but deep down, that would be pretty awesome. “I have two options or ideas. We can inject him with both, but we don’t know if they will counteract each other. We can try one and then try the other, but we have to wait at least 12 hours in between.” “Just pick one and start. I am holding the mate bond. My wolf thinks if I hold on to it, he can’t leave me. I just don’t know how long I can hold it Cyrus, it feels like I am in a tug of war match that I am not strong enough for.” “You survived ten years of captivity, overcame being mute and Della. You can hold that bond.”
Cyrus rotates Thanes arm out and injects him in the elbow area. “I don’t want anyone in here Cyrus. I don’t trust anyone. My wolf wants revenge for this, I don’t trust that she won’t hurt anyone. She is raging inside; I feel like my skin is crawling.” “Aww, your wolf has a little murder side to her, does she? Man, I hope my mate wants to slaughter anyone that looks at me.” I raise an eyebrow at him, and he just shrugs his shoulders like a little murder never hurt anyone. I hear a knock on a door, but it sounds further away. I realize it is coming from Thane’s door. I look up at Cyrus who places his finger over his lips to silence me. The knocking stops, but only because his door is creaking open. It isn’t locked? Why wouldn’t it be locked? I bolt from the bed before I can even think about what I am doing and rush through the adjoining door. Cyrus is murmuring something in the background, but I can’t hear it because I am standing face to face with Della and the bitch has keys hanging from her hand.
Ayla
Before me is a wild??yed Della looking at me like I am the most disgusting piece of crap on the bottom of her shoe. “What the hell are you doing in Thane’s room? Where is he? He asked to see me in private and that certainly doesn’t include you.” I can feel my hair on my arms starting to bristle. A deep crawling runs under my skin. I want to cower, be afraid, panic and bolt because that is what trauma filled Ayla would do, but Ayla with a wolf? No. No running. Not when I can’t trust anyone around my mate. Least of all this skank. Skank? Did I say that? Must have. It felt good. “Della, Thane isn’t in here so get the fuck out.” Cyrus pushes into the room and comes to stand next to me. I don’t look at him, but I can feel his rage mixed with fear. Fear for me or her, I am not sure. “I am not going anywhere until I talk to Thane.” Her breasts are practically falling out of her tank top and there are so many holes in her jeans, one of her ass cheeks is pretty much visible. Yeah, I bet she wanted to talk. “Thane isn’t your concern anymore. Get out.” I growl as my eyes pulse, and I can feel Aramana pushing to shift. She hates this she wolf. Hates her scent in this room. Hates her lust for our mate.
Della walks up to my face and has the nerve to tell me “You know, you’re are trash. Thane only keeps you around because he feels sorry for you. You are used up, whored out, unwanted trash and I can’t wait until he comes to his senses and puts you out where you belong. And when he does, I will be right there bent over his desk as usual.” I can feel myself shaking with rage. Slight tremors in my hand as my finger’s nails change to matte black claws. The growling in the room gets louder and louder. I feel a firm arm across my chest and look up to Cyrus shaking his head ‘no’ at me. No what? Don’t defend myself? Don’t protect my mate? Don’t kill her in this room because it will be messy? I don’t care what the ‘NO’ is, because the ‘YES’ is all I want. The yes, I will protect him. The yes, I will defend myself. The yes, I will do whatever I have to do wherever I have to do it, to accomplish those ‘yes’s.’
I lunge forward and swipe my claws across her face. She is quick, I will give her that. She grabs my arm that just clawed at her while jumping backwards and attempts to yank it behind my back. Before she can get it all the way behind me, I decide to do a yank of my own. Instead of tugging on my blue thread, I find it fast, and I yank. A blue shield shoots out of me and throws Della against a well. Pictures and drywall fall to the ground. I snarl and throw myself toward her before strong arms lock around my waist. Before I can even register who is holding me, I yank my thread again and free myself from the arms around me as I turn to see Cyrus flying into a wall and falling to the ground with a heap of drywall and dust on his back.
“Oh shit, oh shit oh shit!” I run over to Cyrus as he is groaning and crawling out of the drywall. My rage seems to be put on the back burner as concern for him rises to the forefront. Maybe a yank was too hard. I look over to Della and she is out cold. Cyrus is standing and rapidly blinking while swaying feet to feet. Note to self, yanking causes unconsciousness. “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you. I got scared.” “No, No, I shouldn’t have grabbed you. Next time, I will let you proceed with your murder.” I start dusting drywall off of Cyrus when he asks me “Did Thane ever give you a key to his rooms?” Confused, I shake my head no. “That’s what I thought. If he didn’t give you one, he wouldn’t have given her one. Friend or not and door or not. She isn’t supposed to be in here and we don’t know who all has the key. I need to talk with Damon and a few others about this security breach and what is going on. Just a few of us, nobody else will know. I need to see surveillance footage from the mess hall, and I need to see who was working in the kitchen and just need to do a bunch of other shit on top of the other shit going on. I will also take the trash bag over there to the clinic if you want me to.” he points to Della, and I nod my head yes as I turn and head back to Thane’s bed.
I change the washcloth out and wipe his forehead and neck. He hasn’t changed any, but I am hit with a sudden wave of exhaustion as I realize having a constant hold on the mate bond thread and trying to use the other thread has weakened me to a point that I am having a hard time staying awake. I can’t let go of this bond, but I have to find the strength to protect Thane. He has been protecting me since the moment he saved my life. I am not sure I allowed myself to realize what it meant that Thane literally saved my life. My fated mate saved my life. Fates sent him to me to get me out of that cage. He has been saving me daily since. I can hold this thread, and I can shield my mate. I have to. I can’t let anyone hurt him. I close my eyes and look within, easing my breath and trying to relax, I tug on the blue thread and emit a shield large enough to contain the bed. I lean back and stare at my mate as I play tug of war internally attempting to find balance. Bringing my forearm up to wipe hair off of my forehead and pick dry wall out of my hair, I allow myself to study my mate and feel the longing. Feel the pull of the bond to him. Live in the moment of desperation to be with someone at all costs. It is overwhelming and euphoric at the same time. I want to be with him so bad it physically hurts. I can feel the bond strengthening and pulse as I allow myself to feel for my mate. I realize in this moment, that I love this alpha. I have never loved anything more in my life.
I hold on to that bond like my life depends on it.
“You know, there once was this beautiful girl that would tell me stories when we were locked up. Stories of her fierce, handsome, strong older brother. She would tell me that when we got out, that we would be together forever at her family’s pack. She said her pack would welcome me in and be my family. She would ramble on and on about all the fun we would have together and that I wouldn’t want to leave once I moved in, that I would be happy forever. It hurts me so much that she died Thane, but she was right, your sister. I did move in, and I can be happy forever with you here. Instead of getting you as a brother,