When we burst back into the omega's quarters, the silence almost crushed me. The wide dormitory-like room was dim, the lamps long blown out, the rows of narrow beds crowded with the sleeping forms of omegas who had no idea what we had just done.
Joan pushed the door closed behind us with trembling hands, her breath ragged. Elara was still clinging to me, her nails digging into my arm like claws. My chest was tight, my throat raw from breathing too hard.
Safe. We were safe. That was what I wanted to believe. The door was closed. The others were sleeping. The Psycho Alpha wasn't here.
But even as I told myself those words, I didn't believe them.
I sank onto my bed at the far corner of the room, curling my arms around myself as though that would hold me together. The mattress felt too hard, too thin, the sheets suffocating instead of comforting.
