Filed To Story: The Omega Destiny
The dark thoughts try to flare, and I can feel the anxiety trying to rise from my gut, tightening my throat, but I push it away and feel a pulse of reassurance through the bond and turn around to see Thane sitting upright, watching me and smiling, knowing he is handling my emotions when need the help. Cyrus, however, uses it to his advantage and I just shake my head.
“I bet you are pretty tired after your heat. Get washed up and take the guest room you stayed in. You guys can stay here until it gets figured out.” 1 explained to her as we walked upstairs.
“No, they can’t. Do I need to remind everyone how Cyrus feels about wearing clothes in the house?” Thane yells from downstairs as we continue
“That Bitch “-Della in her grave…(probably) up.
“I’ll wear clothes here Thane. Pinky promise. Now get your fat ass off me.” I hear Cyrus grunt.
“You’re just as big as I am dumbass and if your junk comes out in front of your Luna again, I will cut it off.”
“Will your jealousy ever end?” Oh Cyrus. He just can’t quit.
I don’t hear Thane’s response to Cyrus, but it sounds like more fighting, so I head to the guest room to make sure it is ready for them. It is far enough down from our room and my nest that their scents shouldn’t bother me.
I’m having more omega instincts, and one is clearly evident.
No outside scents in or around my nest.
I think it would send me feral. Aramana growls in my head just thinking about it. Nobody in this house is a threat to us, but the nest is ours. Only Thane’s scent can be intertwined within the nest. I think Aramana would kill any other shifters trying to get in.
A scary thought.
Sometimes I feel like I’m not in control.
I’m emotionally…. different than my wolf. She is more aggressive, and I am not. However, we are bonding. I spend time in conversations with her. She has a theory about my shield and keeping the pup safe, but I haven’t told Thane yet. I brought it up, but I feel that he won’t be able to handle the thought of it.
So, I will wait and hope that it never needs to happen.
The guest room is prepped and hopefully will remain intact during their stay. I sharp tug on my chest startles me. Thane usually doesn’t do that unless it is important, so I go downstairs to find ou what is going
I see him and Cyrus having a silent conversation in the kitchen. At least they have abandoned their attack on each other, and Cyrus now has shorts on.
“What’s going on?” I ask. They went from beating on each other to what I can presume is something pack/ring related rather quickly.
“Tyler’s team has been working on the connection of Kian and Della and if that ties to his brothers and or the ring.” Thane is standing against the counter with his arms folded over his chest. He’s tense, but I also sense trepidation in the bond. Probably because he has to talk about the two shifters I don’t want to remember.
“Triad pack.” Cyrus reminds me. His arms are folded over his chest just like Thane’s.
“Yes, and them too. Anyway. Della’s parents never emptied her apartment. I’m not sure if they even went in it. They won’t talk to me about her, but they understand the reasoning behind what happened. I could push it, but I don’t get the feeling they know anything.” Thane sighs, probably thinking about the close relationship between his parents and her parents and how that it is essentially no more now.
“Okay…” I feel like I’m waiting for a big reveal of information that isn’t ever coming.
“Damon has access to the apartment now…he says it’s interesting.” Thane looks at me, worry present in his features.
“Interesting.” I repeat, confused.
“I don’t know what we are going to find.” Thane puts his head back against the counter, before pushing himself off the counter and heading to me, pulling me close and holding me tight.
“Do you want to come with us?” He whispers in my ear.
Do I?
Ayla
Thane and I head to the pack house while Cyrus and Raven recuperate from their heat. “I’m not sure what I’m looking for when we get there.” I watch Thane as he drives, wondering how hard this will be for him. On one hand, they were friends from a young age and grew up together, on the other well, I ripped her heart out on the porch, and he didn’t seem too fazed.
“Me either. Damon left the apartment open for us. We will do our thing and let him know from there.” Thane’s forearms are bulging as he tightly grips the steering wheel, clearly tense. The bond swirls with a mixture of anger and regret.
“What’s wrong? I bring my hand over and start kneading the back of his neck, quietly waiting for an explanation.
“I want to find something….it will certainly help us speed things up but if we find something….I don’t know if I can forgive myself for that. I should have thought of this a long time ago.” He sighs and I feel guilt through the bond.
“You act like there hasn’t been a million things come up between then. We were mated, we had a heat, an apparent car bomb…”
“Still sorry for not telling you.” He speaks up, apologizing again.
“Forgiven. There is a pack to run on top of trying to be this savior for the shifter community. There has been one thing after another since I got here, and you shouldn’t feel guilty about your choices made trying to keep us all safe. Every teammate you have is working hard, you included. Give yourself some grace.”
Thane gives me a little grin and floods the bond with his love as he reaches over, patting my leg and keeping his hand there as we finish the drive and pull into the lot.
He takes my hand as we open room 403 and enter. “Wow, she liked the color blue.” I’m shocked by the amount of blue in this apartment. Different shades of blue along with blue walls. Relaxing I suppose.
Thane lets out a pained exhale and groans as he shuts the door. “Figures.” He sees the confusion on my face. “I told her once I liked something blue of hers.”
He walks further into the apartment looking around. “I don’t see what Damon was fussing about. It’s a normal apartment.” Her lemon scent lingers, just slightly. It is a little sad. Guilt tries to rise within me. I shake my head like that will clear the wrong thoughts about myself.
“I’m just going to the back of the apartment and working my way to the exit,” I state as Thane nods at me, digging through mail on her table.
The first door I open is the bathroom. Not huge, normal looking. Nothing alarming in the cabinet. Everything is blue. She has…had a lot of normal she-wolf things. I leave and head for the next door. This door creaks open and my mouth falls as my eyes catch an insane sight. I feel a low, deep, fierce growl leave me.
If she weren’t already dead, she would be.
I walk into her bedroom and the entire ceiling above her bed is covered in pictures of Thane.
Not candid photos.
No photos of him with her even.
They are just random photos taken of him.
He was working, walking, talking, and eating outside.
Della was desperate and obsessed.
“Are you okay? I heard you….” Thane enters the room, his eyes going straight to where I am staring. “I…whaaa…tt…shit.” He’s at a loss for words. So am I. Aramana feels as though she should have died in a more gruesome manner. I don’t necessarily disagree right now.
“There must be a hundred photos up there.” I try to climb up and stand on her bed to get a better look, but Thane wraps his arms around me and pulls me back.