Fleeing Fate (Hidden Omegas, #1)

by Sabrina Day

The shovel awkwardly sticks out of the hastily formed hill of dirt beside me, and Mom lies at the bottom of the ragged hole at my feet, wrapped in her bedsheet, waiting to be buried.

Ummmm… sorry??

“What are you, precious?”

Why can’t I just end this already? Because you're weak, like your mother.

This is why thinking after coming should be avoided at all costs. I start asking questions that don’t need answers.

Poor fancy man hates not knowing why we’re meeting.

He always said anger was an imbalance of the blood that had to be starved out.

Sex is like food. It can be beautiful, it can be messy, it can be boring, it can be anything. It’s not good by itself or bad by itself.”

“Only cowards use religion to shame others for something that’s just natural.”

“There are too many unbonded alphas roaming around thinking you are a part of tonight’s offerings. Or is that your game, little wolf? You want to see me spill blood in your name tonight?”

DNA is weird. The same wiring that makes us territorial assholes also demands we share our mate as a group, tying us together like nothing else could.

His hair is flame-colored, containing the same riot of red and gold as the flickering hearth fires at home. I’ve never seen anything like it: cut tight on the sides, a longer tousled layer on top dipping over his thick eyebrows, highlighting sky-bright eyes ringed with navy.

“Good girl.”

sixteen-year-old

Or 17? Or 18?

His hand only delivered three slaps last night, but it was enough that my ass is still heated and achy. I don’t think I’m ready for more.

“Of course she’s a reckless driver. Can’t even take a walk without slicing up her feet.”

I love how Aiden is a sweet ass dick!

“Sheriff’s jurisdiction ends wherever my free will starts, so you’re not revoking shit.” Aiden sneers and flicks Gabriel’s forehead.

Top button undone, Mal’s zipper is being held up by wishes and prayers.

I open my mouth to protest further but he pushes a berry into my mouth. I swallow and try again. Another bite is put into my mouth. I give up and just let him feed me the rest of my plate. Other Ava is delighted we’re being fed by hand. All I want to do is burrow deeper against him as he fills me up.

“No touching.” He pulls me away from Kai.

Hayes hasn’t said much since coming downstairs, but he doesn’t need to. From the moment I woke up, he has been a cloudy presence I could feel just underneath my breastbone, a soft flame flickering with each breath I take. During my early morning wanderings, he always felt nearby somewhere in this jumble of a house, the protective presence of him inside of me.

Tell me whose hand left those bruises and which fingers stroked what wasn’t theirs to touch. Let your knife slice them off one by one and present them to you.”

“I love your choice of tie, Ava.” He hooks a finger under my makeshift belt and tugs me closer. “It’s getting a little loose, though. Next time, let me knot you.”

Did I just… dribble?? 🤤🤤

Aiden I-don’t-even-know-what-a-therapist-is Masterson

She pins me with a glare that would be funny if I wasn’t distracted by how fucking pretty she looks when she’s pissed off.

Water is just inside, flowing with the flick of a wrist. There’s so much food here, they have to shove it into special closets. Chairs. There are so many different kinds of chairs in every room! How could you be sad in a place like this?”

I leave out how beating each other morphed into Aiden pinning me down and fucking me, setting a pattern of letting lust consume us at night and never talking about what it meant in the morning.

“You get to have your feelings. Even if they’re ugly and loud, they’ll never be too much.”

a bed just a door away will mean too many knot breaks and not enough billable hours.

People left to their own devices make choices I don’t like.

the small drop of her grief that must have trickled down to him from my bond with her.

Amazing how the bond works. She bit who? Hayes, right? But they all feel connected because of their bite bond…

Honestly, the only reason I care that he kissed Ava is because I wasn’t there to watch, to play with them both when it was over. There’s no jealousy here, but Gabe blushes so pretty when he gets upset that I’m happy to let him sweat for a bit.

He doesn’t get to snap his fingers and decide to claim me because he doesn’t want to lose a toy.”

reading primers.

A savage burst of protectiveness floods through me, a white-hot shield that has me rubbing my breastbone for comfort. Hayes is making good on his promise to protect me, including from myself.

“We’d be exactly like those animals they accuse us of being. There isn’t a power on this earth that would’ve stopped us from giving our omega what she needs. We would’ve had your face in the dirt and your ass in the air, claiming all of your sweetness over and over again until we knotted you so deep, so many times, it’d feel like losing a piece of yourself when we’re finally spent and pull out. Even then, you’d still be hungry, because our omega is stronger than us all. You’d be back on our cocks, making us earn our place as your alphas.”

Each pass of the washcloth heals a tiny wound in my soul, stitching me up from the inside out.

I add tattling to the list of reasons why Aiden remains at the top of my ‘Least Favorite’' list.

Oh, to be in the room when he gets his hands on Ava later tonight. I’d love to watch as Aiden expands her vocabulary to include the words edge and ruined orgasm.

the thump of music coming out of a thin black box tossed carelessly on a deck chair.

A speaker! OMG I’m learning along with her!

This whole hot tub is unnatural, a big ole' pot of people soup.

I’ll just have to pivot to something better."

What’s better than Amal, Hayes & our resident grumpy pup?

Part of me wants to explain that in all our years of hooking up, Aiden has never broached this act and I've never pushed it.

I have a lot going on between this little vixen trying to sacrifice her life for me like it’s nothing and dealing with the aftermath of whatever the fuck her father did to me.”

“Then there’s having to look at a mark that should’ve been mine decorate the back of your neck while you and Hayes walk on eggshells around me, but somehow still manage to be up my ass every other minute, wanting to talk it out. Guess what? I need space. Space and time to work out what the fuck is what.”

“I also know when Birdie finally obeys our commands to wake up and shift back, I’m going to tag her little ass with a claim bite so deep, she’ll be lucky if she can walk into the next room without me knowing.”

What the fuck good is sending me off on a high note if it meant she’d be left at that bastard’s mercy once I kicked

reminded us why he can handle having two of the territory's biggest assholes as pack brothers.