Days passed.
I sank deeper into the darkness, numbness covering me like a blanket. I clung to the void, grateful not to feel. If I stayed here long enough, would I simply disappear?
The only sign of time passing was my daily rotation around the house: nest, couch, kitchen, and back to my nest.
At least one of my alphas was with me at all times—holding me, touching me. But I couldn’t feel their touch.
The first leaves were changing color outside the window. The world moved forward steadily, persistently, uncaring that I wasn’t moving with it. I was frozen, floating outside of my body.
I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to return.
Unfortunately, the numbness didn’t follow me into my dreams. There, I felt it all. The fear and agonizing despair consumed me until one of my alphas shook me awake, a scream still on my lips and tears streaming down my face. I did my best to stay awake, feigning sleep so I wasn’t a bother to them.
They said nothing had changed between us. I was still their precious omega. But everything had changed.
Glen Jacoby had changed me. Ruined me.
And I could never be put right again.
