Chapter 29 The Omegas

Kara Lucien was still asleep when I opened my eyes. His arm lay heavy across my waist, warm and unyielding even in rest, as if his body knew something I was trying very hard not to admit. The fire had burned low, casting faint shadows across the room, and for a long moment I stayed exactly where I was, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing and the quiet hum of the bond between us. Last night clung to me in ways I didn’t want to examine too closely. My skin still remembered his mouth, the restraint in his hands, the way he had listened when I told him to stop. He had given me space when every instinct in him must have screamed to take more. That should have made this easier. It didn’t. Narah stirred restlessly inside me, not satisfied, not triumphant. She paced, caught between the pull of our mate and the darker thread of unfinished business winding tight around my chest. If I stayed, if I let myself sink into the comfort of his arms and the illusion of forgiveness, I knew wha