Chapter 32
JUDGE
This connection to an omega is a thing of decadence. The way the tether ties me to her, threads through my chest, and hums whenever I breathe. She’s mine. The bond hums with proof. It’s safe to want her in all manners now—to even need her. It’ll be safe to share details she needs to know.
She’ll believe me, now.
The fates have given her to me like a holy force. It means one way or another, she will love me the way an omega is meant to love their alpha. And in return, I will give her whatever she wants, except for her freedom from me. She will never have that.
The tether hums again, faint and distant. She’s awake, probably. The sensation is low in my sternum, like a pulse that isn’t mine. I can sense confusion and unsettlement. She will adjust to the idea of us in time, especially if Scarlett Offering is enacted sooner rather than later.
She will be allowed around Dominion once Titan is dealt with. Even wear my patch, and befriend the other mated omegas. They will enjoy Diana, I have no doubt. There’s a soft, gentle side to her that makes it hard not to.
Until then, I might spend more time in that attic space. Perhaps each day we can share something new about each other. I could locate an old television and give her movies. That’s a luxury very few have in this world right now.
Fate has finally granted me something worth keeping, and I will do whatever is necessary to keep her safe and happy.