Tangled

30 Ava: Omega? (III)

I groan as searing pain lances through my ribs, fairly certain that at least a few are broken from the impact. Gasping for air, I blink through the haze of confusion, trying to make sense of the chaos surrounding me.

Derek is slumped over the steering wheel, a grotesque trickle of blood oozing from his hairline. In the backseat, Jeremy lies crumpled in a disturbing, bloody mess, unmoving and alarmingly still.

For one hysterical second, I muse that this is precisely why seatbelts exist. Should’ve worn a seatbelt, Jeremy.

I grit my teeth against a wave of pain as I claw my way into the passenger seat.,

My shaking hands fumble with the door handle, but the door remains stubbornly jammed. Peering through the cracked windshield, I realize this side of the car

has collided with a tree. A few inches of trunk are all

that’s blocking my door from opening.

Adrenaline courses through my veins as I muster what little strength remains and kick the door with

everything I have. Before I can kick again, the door

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flies off.

I don’t stop to question my luck. As I tumble out of the wrecked vehicle, gasping for fresh air, a strong hand suddenly grips my arm, yanking me upright. I whirl around, my heart pounding, only to find myself face–to–face with a stranger–a tall, imposing man with chestnut hair and piercing green eyes.

His gaze sweeps over me, assessing, before he speaks in a deep, authoritative tone. “Are you injured?”

I sway into him, my battered body screaming in protest as I fight to remain upright. A dizzying wave of nausea washes over me, and I squeeze my eyes shut, willing the world to stop spinning.

That’s when the scent hits me–ocean fresh, with a woodsy scent lingering just beneath, along with something that can only belong to one of my kind. A shifter. My eyes fly open, locking onto the stranger’s intense gaze, and I instinctively flinch away from him.

A mistake.

myself for the unforgiving impact of the ground. But instead of hitting the hard earth,

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against a

that belies his impressive stature. I tense, every fiber of my

line as he studies me intently.

laced with

my

to respond, but the words

me reeling, and I can’t seem to find

the chaos.

“We need to get

I struggle feebly against his iron grip. I can’t

hold, cradling me closer

his voice

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orders over his shoulder as he strides away from the scene of the accident, carrying me with ease.

me. “Who are you?” I rasp out, my voice hoarse.

intense. “I am Alpha Clayton Shadowpine of

I feel safe for the immediate moment, but I know my future is now

continues walking, heading deeper into the trees. “Those rogues won’t be a problem

leaving me chilled in

cold?” the

shudder as another tremor wracks through me, my teeth chattering uncontrollably.

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against his solid frame as we approach a sleek black SUV. His presence is both comforting and unsettling–a

in the reassurance of his strength, to lean on an alpha. It’s been so long since

remains wary, a voice in the back of my mind whispering

another shifter.

freeing one hand to retrieve a set of keys from his pocket. With a deft flick of his wrist, he unlocks the SUV, and

warm,” he murmurs, his deep voice a low rumble that vibrates against my

me in the backseat, my fingers instinctively curling into

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