Tangled

31 Ava: Omega? (IV)

It’s a man–no, a shifter–with a mane of auburn hair pulled back in a practical ponytail. His sharp features are softened by warm amber eyes that crinkle at the corners as he offers Clayton a respectful nod.

“The rogues have been taken care of,” he says, his tone clipped and professional. “The authorities have been alerted, and our people are cleaning up the scene.”

Clayton returns the nod, his expression grim. “Good work, Rowan. This is Ava–she was the target.”

I study the newcomer with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. His nostrils flare as he takes in my scent, and his eyes widen almost imperceptibly. Before I can react, he takes an impulsive step forward, his gaze locked on me with an intensity that makes my breath catch in my throat.

Alarm bells blare in my mind, every instinct screaming at me to flee. But then Clayton moves swiftly, placing himself between Rowan and me in one fluid motion. He extends an arm, effectively halting Rowan’s

advance with a subtle shake of his head.

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Rowan freezes, his eyes fluttering shut as he draws in a deep, steadying breath. When he opens them again, a flicker of shame crosses his features, and he dips his head in a silent apology.

“My apologies, Ava,” he murmurs, his voice strained. “It isn’t often we run into a true omega entering heat.”

My brow furrows in confusion as I glance between the two shifters. “A true omega?” I echo uncertainly. “I’ve seen many omegas enter heat. It doesn’t seem rare.”

Clayton shifts his stance, angling himself towards me as he studies me with a contemplative frown. “There are omegas by birth and omegas by rank,” he explains, his deep voice measured and even. “Omegas by birth are rare, and their heat can affect any male in their radius. They’re the only ones whose heat can influence the rationality of betas and higher ranks.”

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piercing gaze holds mine, his expression unreadable. “Is your mother an

my family surge to the surface, bitter and unwanted. I can’t bring myself to

silence stretches

questions and lingering tension. Finally, Clayton gives a slight nod, as if accepting

for now.

and you can tell us what you’re comfortable with when you’re ready.” He turns to Rowan, his

look at her.”

eyes flickering towards me with a mixture of remorse and something else–something I can’t quite place. “Of course, Alpha,” he murmurs, taking

heart pounds in my ears

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less. And if what they’re saying is true, if I really am this “true omega” they speak of, then I’m in a far more precarious position than

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me, and I clutch Clayton’s jacket tighter around my shoulders, seeking

my apartment, far away from so many shifters. From the

a shaky breath, smelling the ocean and pines once again–Clayton’s scent. Oddly enough, it helps

shift in my seat, wincing as the movement aggravates the aches and

my eye as he stands guard outside the

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is. Yet there’s a quiet strength about him, a sense of steady reassurance that radiates from his very presence.

fear for my future, I can’t deny the feeling of

I haven’t experienced much. Not since…