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a proper nest. Maybe after a few hours of sleep and a decent shower she'll honor me with one.

The quiet seeps into my bones as the heaviness of my body begins to fade, my mind slipping toward unconsciousness.

A few thoughts click together, an epic realization forming, but before I can react, the black pit of exhaustion swallows me.

Her warm skin rests against my front. Marvelous scents fill the air. Soft blankets surround us.

Peace envelopes me.

∆∆∆

Awareness creeps in from the recesses of my brain, rippling outward and jostling me awake.

Before I open my eyes, thin fingers dig into my relaxed biceps with a surprisingly strong grip. I purr for my Omega, sensing her unrest through our bond.

When I lift my eyelids, her pale orange irises fill my vision, the unique color sparking amazement in my heart.

“What day is it?”

Her question seems odd until I decipher the reason for her chaotic emotions and panicked expression.

“It’s been over four days since your heat began.”

Her eyes widen, shock shrinking her pupils as rapid emotions flip through our bond.

“You’re still alive,” she whispers as her fingers tighten on my arms.

“I’m still alive.”

She speaks as though I haven’t made a sound.

“You’re still alive.”

Somehow, her grip increases further. A wince scrunches my face until I wipe the theoretical cobwebs from my mind and take control of my body. I tense my muscles to protect them from her onslaught.

“You touched me four days ago, but you’re still alive.”

Between her raw throat and her disjointed thoughts, her voice doesn’t seem to be her own.

My soul spasms from her rapid emotions, years’ worth of pain and misery coalescing into a massive book with endless pages. They fly open only for the next page to turn so quickly I barely manage a glimpse at the first before the next flips over, again and again until very few pages remain unturned.

Her body trembles, the glossy eyes piercing my own filling with moisture. As the first tear leaks from the corner of her left eye, her pupils snap to normal size, the glaze of shock disappearing.

The painful grip of her fingers ease.

With new tears following the first’s trail, her soft hands smooth up my arms. Her caress extends to my torso, the shakiness easing despite her heart being torn in two.

I settle my palms over the back of her hands, capturing her digits splayed against my chest.

“You’re still alive.”

“Yes, love. I’m still alive,” I say, purring in hopes she’ll mend the gash in her heart.

“They didn’t have to die.”

Her voice thick with tears and emotions, I struggle to keep my growl to myself.

Before I speak again, I weave my way into her heart’s nest, cuddling and soothing the little babes, doing everything I can to bridge the gap between her past’s sorrow and her future’s joy.

It hurts to repeat her words, but she needs to hear them. The truth must not be buried.

“They didn’t have to die. You’ve never been sick. They lied to you.”

Cascades of salty liquid drip off her chin and land on my chest, and for the first time since waking, I expand my attention beyond our souls and her anguish.

She’s sitting on my lower abdomen, her naked curves above me as I lay on my back.

Arousal stirs, but I push it away, her soul more important than my overused cock.

I knead her hands against my chest, supporting her with a light purr. She needs to hear what I have to say, but I also need to comfort her. She’ll never have to face anything alone again.

“I found your file. They took you from your mother when you were two years old. She was part of a study focused on the effect of physical contact deprivation in Omegas. You were allotted to a more extreme case study—she was given permission to nurture her offspring, but you were not. You were denied any physical contact from that point forward. Your playmates? The ones who died when you were six?”

Her tears continue to flow down her face, but I have her full attention. The anguish she’s surfed her entire life rolls, the two halves of her heart throbbing in agony. Her pupils flit across my features while she searches through my psyche, seeking the knowledge I hold. Dread infuses her every molecule.

“You didn’t infect them. Your captors did. They gave them high doses of known diseases within minutes of your touch, and they made you watch as they suffered. They needed you to believe your illness was real. They needed you to fear touching others, so when the time came for you to have offspring, you’d willingly refuse to hold them.”

A silent sob wracks her body, the tremor so intense her fingertips dig into my chest, her nails breaking my skin.

“I failed them-”

My anger wipes out any modicum of calm I possess, red tingeing my vision. I flip over, pinning her on her stomach under me without warning, too upset to hold back. I grab her hair and cage her throat with my other hand, snarling my fury into her ear.

“You gave them everything. You were abused. Terrorized. Denied a fundamental necessity. You failed no one. You gave your babies everything—your body, your love, your soul. You did the only thing you thought you could do. Don’t spiral down that road, sweetheart, or I’ll fuck you into oblivion until the only thing you can think of is my cock slamming into your sweet little pussy.”

I feast on her lips and tongue, unable to hold back my instincts, my mouth mimicking the act I’ve promised, stealing away any hope she may have of refuting me.

Her salty tears amplify her natural taste, arousal spearing through me until my rock-hard cock presses between the globes of her ass.

When her turmoil drowns in sweet submission, I gentle my kiss and relax the fist in her hair. My growl softens into a purr, the beauty in her soul shining through the mountains of agony.

“Nothing is your fault. You’re blameless. Perfect. I’ve seen your soul,” I murmur against

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