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Isla Sorna

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When you spend a long time building something with your own two hands, it becomes difficult to wrap your mind around the idea of the work being done. Owen grew up around that kind of mindset, and knows very well how it feels to be in the same grip. But he doesn't mind. That's the thing about having a family: it expands, and the world around it needs to expand with it. Little by little, the house came up around them, and they settled into it, and he's never really stopped working this little world of his over like an ever-evolving project that he loves with his whole heart.

They're settled here. Officially. No one can deny it, and even though Owen still has dreams sometimes about InGen -- or anyone -- hunting them down to rip the girls, or even the boys, out of his hands, those fears evaporate every morning. The girls get along as well as any sisters do, and even the squabbling has died down in recent months; the boys have adapted beautifully, and although Chi and Psi still exhibit behavior that looks odd alongside the girls from time to time, they no longer struggle to meet expectations that were completely alien to them for most of their lives.

And then there's Blue and Omega.

The difference in Blue between her youth on Isla Nublar, and the young womanhood that quite clearly blossomed in the Santa Lucia Mountains of central California, is not only noticeable, but striking. Always the one he could rely on over the others, Blue has managed to develop into a creature that is both an extension of his right arm and yet still a highly independent person who no longer looks to him quite so often for cues; she still values her space and her privacy, but those withdrawals from the pack just to brood and sulk have all but disappeared. And while Blue's temper will always strike fear into the hearts of her siblings -- adopted or otherwise -- she's learned to balance it with patience, a trait that would always thwart her more than any other. Until now. Owen always wanted Blue to learn that balance between animal instinct and human rationality, and he knew she'd get there in her own way sooner or later. Now, it seems she has, and it's a beautiful thing to see.

Then, as if her own transformation wasn't enough, she'd somehow managed to turn her mate into an entirely different person.

If Blue's maturation is impressive, Omega's has been nothing short of miraculous. All right... Owen is a professional behaviorist; he knows there's no such thing as miracles, only hard work and dedication. Only this time it wasn't his. It was Blue's time, effort, and uncharacteristic affection that turned a furious, hateful killing machine into something that could be now what he might have been then, before InGen had their way. Omega lives in the house now. He eats when they do. He joins the family in their gatherings, as long as Blue is with him, and although his temper is still zero to 60 when roused, these days it's much harder to set him off than it used to be, even if that wouldn't be saying much. He prefers his mate and solitude over anything else, but his violently aggressive tendencies have been all but curbed for the sake of keeping Blue happy.

For obvious reasons, Owen has kept a close eye on them both from day one, and even from the very beginning Omega has treated Blue like the center of the universe. Owen himself has salvaged his share of abused, wild animals -- it's literally part of the job -- but he knows without question that no one could have done this but her. And her success is absolutely indisputable.

Case in point: today, Omega's dislike for interacting with unfamiliar people had outweighed his desire to be with Blue as often as possible, and instead of throwing a tantrum he simply hadn't gone with her down the mountain.

For Barry, it was supplies; Echo wanted clothes; Blue was only interested in procuring necessary parts for her nearly-restored 1979 Pontiac Phoenix Firebird, a task built upon very specific requirements and one which she would never entrust to any of her siblings. The day is very nice for a sojourn into the city, considering the length of the drive: blue skies and a mild breeze, not quite so far into spring that the air is anything more than comfortably warm. Psi is helping Delta collect chili peppers and the new experimental plums. Chi fell asleep in the grass up the hill. Charlie is giving Owen a hand with replacing some worn poles along the stone steps leading down to the boys' den, when they hear the familiar sound of the Jeep rolling up the long hill that serves as their driveway.

Only, it sounds like it's coming up fast.

Owen and Charlie look at each other, and immediately drop what they're doing to meet the car just as Barry rolls up, screeching to a stop and diving out of the driver's side to rush around to the passenger door. He looks frantic. And he's helping Echo out of the car. She looks like she's about to pitch right off her feet.

"Owen!" Barry calls out urgently, eyes widening immediately as Owen rushes to them. "Owen!" He has to wrap an arm around Echo's back to keep her standing. And then, to Owen's surprise and dread, Barry yells again. "Omega!"

Owen doesn't actually know where Omega has been this whole time. But suddenly he's there next to him, clearly as alarmed at being summoned as Owen was to hear it, and Owen can practically feel the tension in the male raptor's body triple because they both realized the same thing: that Blue is not with them.

"They took her," Barry says, breathless, and the bottom falls out of Owen's stomach.

Echo tries to rouse herself, flopping a little, mumbling in groggy frustration as she tries to shake off whatever is wrong with her and help explain. But Barry keeps his hold on her and barrels right through it.

"It was InGen. They had an entire strike force, Owen, the streets are chaos now. They used non-lethals. Tranquilizers. Echo took a direct hit, but they left her behind. All of them were focused on Blue." He looks at both of them, Owen and then Omega, panicked and desperate. "They came for her."

The weather was gorgeous a minute ago. Now the entire world is ice. Owen's heart has stopped, his breath is gone. Delta and the boys come running up, but he barely notices them. Beside him is Omega, frozen; then suddenly the raptor whirls to him, eyes wide, and the fury -- the fear -- in them is apocalyptic.

Omega doesn't say a word, but Owen immediately finds his voice. "Go get her."

The male raptor is gone like a bolt of lightning. Owen turns and strides quickly to a hidden cache beneath the porch. He pulls out two assault rifles and a hell of a lot of ammo as Charlie shrieks behind him, "Why aren't we going with him?!"

"Because we're going to follow him." Owen tosses a rifle to Barry, and gestures sharply for everyone to get into the car, including the still-dizzy Echo. "After Isla Nublar, Omega found us in less than a week on nothing but Blue's scent and pure instinct. This time he knows where he's going. We'd only slow him down." The motor is still running. Almost before every door is shut, Owen jerks the Jeep into gear. His last words are almost a growl to himself. "With any luck, all we'll have to do is clean up."

The Jeep screeches in reverse, turns, and roars off down the mountain.

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There was no threat here--Blue knew Omega would never hurt her. She wanted, oh how she wanted, to fall back into his arms and disappear beneath the wave of their mutual desire, only emerging when the need for breath became too desperate to ignore. He would always keep her safe, Blue knew that.

Except--but he hadn't been with her, then.

Blue sighed and pulled away to sit up on the edge of the bed, long wet hair hiding her face as she lowered her head, hunched morosely. She'd assured him that day that she'd be fine, she'd be back in a few hours, and not to worry. Well, she'd broken those promises all to hell, hadn't she?

But she was not going to cry. Not in self-pity. No. So she bit her lip to quell its trembling, and swallowed a sniffle before it could escape. She'd tried to apologize to Owen, for what had happened. And she still owed another, didn't she.

It took her a few tries, mostly the effort to keep her voice steady, but Blue finally choked out, "I'm...so-sorry," to the floor, knowing her mate would hear and hoping he'd understand.

His eyes had drifted shut, but they snap open as soon as she moves. Omega straightens up, alarmed by the sudden shift in her mood -- damn it, maybe even so little was too much? At times like this, he still ends up frozen. He wants to provide the comfort she needs, but is it safe to approach her or not?

There's a tension in her that means something is coming, and Omega braces himself for whatever it is, if she has something to say or if she's simply going to scream or try to claw him across the face. That last one hasn't happened in a while, at least not with the active aggression it used to have behind it. But he'd much rather she hurt him than suffer in worse pain alone--

When she finally does speak, he furrows his brow, the catch in her voice turning the whole room colder around him. He's behind her then, and once again ignores the risk to wrap her up tight in his arms, his body forming a not-entirely-unconscious shield between her and the rest of the world. It's always been an instinct to do that. Now it's a necessity.

"Stop," he says, pressing his face into her neck. "Don't give them that. Any of it."

Blue stiffened in his hold, still leery of even that tactile comfort, but she didn't jerk or shove him away. The words pressed into her skin were muffled, but she understood the truth of them regardless. Yet, it was so difficult not to fall headfirst into that trap; Blue felt herself teetering on its edge all the time, now.

The arms which held her were strong, familiar--Blue found herself clutching them with trembling hands, just for the support they offered. Omega's body was a solid warmth, a barrier between her and whatever madness lurked behind them. She shook with the effort not to give in to her sobs, trying not to appear as weak as she felt.

Blue shook her head, refusing to offer any excuses or explanations, any reasoning; none of those things mattered. What did matter was how badly she wanted him to hold her, to keep her together when she felt that at any moment she might fly completely apart.

He doesn't want to know what she thinks she's apologizing for, because no matter what it is, it's complete bullshit. Nothing that happened was her fault. Neither one of them could have known, and as much as he would love to credit his own skill entirely, most of Omega's success in getting her out of InGen's clutches on Isla Sorna was owed to the element of surprise. If he gone with her, or if she had stayed with him, both of them would have been taken -- or, Omega would have gotten himself killed to prevent it.

And anything that happened on that island was all on Hoskins, that absolute fucking bastard.

She doesn't push him away, so he doesn't let go, and when she touches his arms and he feels her shiver, he tightens his hold. Omega closes his eyes again, hidden against her shoulder.

"You're still mine." There's a low ferocity in his voice, like a warning to the very air around them. "I'm still yours."

A whisper--"I know." And she did. He was all hers, to do with as she wished. Blue knew that if she whirled around and demanded Omega's heart on a plate, he would unhesitatingly shred his own flesh to offer it to her. It was terrifying knowledge, a great responsibility, but it was hers. He had given it to her without question or qualm, and Blue now struggled with herself, wanting to be worthy of such a priceless gift once again.

And she was his. His to protect, cherish, worship above all things. She'd never before, not even secure in Owen's care, felt as safe as she did when she was nestled in Omega's possessive embrace. But it had become a difficult place to find peace, lately. Because she felt--used. Dirty. Soiled. Like less of an animal, not even worth defining. And Blue knew absolutely why. But there was no way she could speak of it, lest doing so make it real all over again.

A light rap at the door brought her up from her misery, stiffening all over again, and Delta's voice floated through: "Hey, guys! Pizza's here! Better come get it before Charlie and Chi do!"

Omega tenses at the same time, more from aggravation than any internal sense of panic; one way or another, other people manage to push their way into the quiet moments he shares with his mate more often than he used to be able to stand. Right now it grates on him almost as much as it did back then, and he honestly considers how good it would feel to give in to that anger again just to get a bit of goddamn privacy with Blue--

But, he stays still, and says nothing until he is sure that his voice will come out even. "Let me bring some back for you."

That...sounded like a great plan, actually. Blue loved her family, she really did, but dealing with them right now was more of a chore than she felt she could handle. At least Omega was offering, even if she wasn't all that hungry.

Not for pizza, anyway.

But she nodded, not trusting herself to speak, giving his arm a light squeeze before gently pulling away. Maybe once he'd returned, the rest of the world would just...go away till morning.

He loathes the sensation of her drawing away from him, no matter the circumstances, but these days it's especially sharp. What is wrong with her siblings, forcing them to eat junk food (it's not like he can just go and forage for something else, can he)? Now he has to leave Blue, even if it's only for a few minutes, just to bring back something that neither of them really want. Ugh, ugh, ugh.

But before she fully withdraws, he does manage to slip in one brief nuzzle against her shoulder. Then he slides off the bed and leaves in swift silence, intending to return as fast as inhumanly possible with whatever looks the least disgusting before her sisters and his brothers absolutely ravage the lot of it.

And his snarled impatience is likely to stop any questions in their tracks.

The door closed behind him, and Blue finally gave in to her compulsion to cry, hiding her sobs in the thick pillow and shaking with their intensity. She knew it wouldn't help much, squalling into a pillow, but she simply couldn't hold it in anymore. Every time she felt--or even anticipated--a touch upon her skin, his disgusting face swam in her vision, ruining any sort of pleasure or comfort which might be taken from just a simple gesture.

It was miserable. As tactile as their relationship was, Blue hated not being able to share that closeness with her mate. Oh, sometimes it was fine, she didn't think about the bad stuff and she could handle it. But other times, when it was soft, gentle and quiet, when there weren't any other distractions to pull her memory aside, that hated countenance swam before her, mocking, leering.

Blue pressed knuckles to her abdomen, against the twinging of a brand new scar, still shiny but thankfully fully healed. It made her stomach roil, nausea threatening, to even glance at the thought that the life she'd conceived very well might have been his. She gripped the pillow tighter, tips of talons piercing the white case. It wasn't enough.

Bolting up and to the bathroom, Blue fell to her knees on the cool tile, but thankfully managed not to wretch--there wasn't enough in her stomach to lose. But she shook with sobs and spasms, finally leaning her head on the edge of the bathtub, letting its coolness seep into her heated brain. Getting back up was a chore, but she did manage to wash her face and make it back to the slightly rumpled bed by the time she heard Omega rustling at the door.

The other four returned halfway through Omega's abrupt, short-tempered process of selecting the slices of pizza he felt would offend their stomachs the least -- damn it, he thinks he'd rather go hungry, but if Blue is willing to eat it then he wants to encourage her to do so. His mate is certainly worth the not-insignificant effort of choking down some heavy oil and grease. Chi and Psi always know better than to get in his way, and Echo and Charlie back off with the right motivation. Blue isn't there to see him snarl, so it's fine. Basically never happened.

He also steals two bottles of water and one bottle of juice, and with this cargo he returns to their room. Blue's scent hasn't drifted off anywhere else, which means she hasn't left the room, which is good. Omega obviously can't say for sure what's going on inside Blue's head without her telling him, but if she runs off again that will only take it from bad to worse.

When he gets back inside, however, he closes the door behind him, takes one look at her, and immediately says-- "What happened?"

The stuff smelled decent, at least. It was the sausage, she figured. She blinked when Omega came back in, looked over at her, and barked out a worried demand; Blue frowned, hurriedly tucking a stray lock of hair behind an ear.

"--nothing," she stated flatly, crossing arms over her chest. "I'm--all right." She wasn't, but there was nothing she could do about it now, unfortunately. "Just felt a little nauseous all of a sudden." Which was the truth, she'd wanted to throw up her toenails, really.

The water and juice were wonderful, though. Blue immediately slid out of bed and made for the juice carton, swallowing several gulps before leaving the rest for her mate. The pizza slices she eyed with suspicion, but did manage to take a few bites from one of the smaller, meat-slathered slices, wrinkling her nose as she chewed and swallowed. It wasn't bad, as take-out pizza went, but lately, all food seemed to taste like dirt to her palate.

Well, that's a blatant lie, but Omega can't exactly start pressuring her about it now. She's never really all right, is she, and the best and worst of it comes and goes. But awareness doesn't keep him from watching her carefully as he lays the pizza out like an offering.

The pizza is edible and that is all Omega will say in its defense. What's important is that Blue is eating it, so Omega takes a piece for himself and stretches out on the bed with his back to the headboard so he can eat it. He takes a water bottle, but leaves the juice for now in case she decides she wants more.

"Next time, we pick the road trip menu," he grumbles underneath his breath between chewing.

The half-hearted grumble made her smile, and Blue took what was left of her pizza slice and the other bottle of water and returned to her spot beside her mate, close but not too close.

"It's not so bad," she observed quietly, plucking a piece of bacon from the toppings and popping it in her mouth. "Better than those frozen things Owen used to get from the grocery store." Which were basically cardboard covered with stuff posing as meat, in Blue's opinion.

"Maybe there's game we can hunt, once we get to where we're going." Owen had said that his father's ranch was close to several national forests, so if they were careful, they might be able to sample a bit of the local wildlife.

"Your sisters and my brothers eat garbage," he says bluntly. Thank god Charlie had finally gotten over the insane compulsion to shove Poptarts at him every chance she got.

He casts a lingering glance toward her when she joins him, but then settles with his head back and his eyes drifting shut, flickering open only to take another bite. Yes... where they're going. Mountains, lakes, open fields. Big Sky Country, her Alpha had called it. Omega doesn't like not being sure what to expect, but then again... he doesn't really get out much, does he?

"That's not until tomorrow night." Finishing his pizza, he uncaps his water bottle and drinks half of it at once. Genuinely not knowing, he asks, "What would be there that's different from our mountains?"

Blue shrugged; they were welcome to all the junk food they could handle. She'd never really been one for "munchie food", as Charlie dubbed it. But it was take what one could get, at least until they arrived at their destination.

Dispensing with the pizza--actually tossing the rest of it in the wastebasket--she took several gulps of water, then put the bottle aside and reached for her cell phone. Pulling up the browser, she scooted over a little closer, automatically nestling into the curve of her mate's long body, and held the phone over so he could see the screen with her.

"This is where we're going," she told him, touching the screen to bring up the pictures of Thompson's Falls. "It's really pretty country up there. Just like our mountain." But much bigger. "Owen said there are moose up there, and elk, and bears, and even mountain lions." The thought of crossing paths with one of those large cats brought a little glint to blue eyes.

"And beaver," she added, pulling up a picture of the odd-looking creature. She giggled. "Humans used to make hats out of their fur, a long time ago."

Any and all irritation over the pizza and her siblings melts out of him like sand through a sieve as soon as his mate curls up against him. Omega opens his eyes and obediently examines the pictures she's showing him, although the sight of her on the edge of his vision is more riveting by far.

"Very nice," he concedes, though he doesn't gather more than vague appreciation from pictures. They only provoke one sense, after all, and half of one at that, being flat and small; he'll have an opinion of his own once he gets there, and can smell it and hear it and feel it and see it all around him, wide and real.

Hmm. At least there may be some decent things to chase. Omega secretly forms a checklist of all the creatures he wants to hunt simply to discover whether it's worth doing so or not. "You want a beaver fur hat?" he asks her with a sideways smirk, before suddenly stopping. "Holy shit." He points to her phone, to an icon of a wild bison. "They have those?"

Blue giggled again, scrunching her nose and shaking her head. "I'll pass, thanks." Then his attention zeroed back in on the screen and she followed suit. "--buffalo? Yeah, I think so. In some of the parks, they do." Blue scrolled down a little, reading quickly to say, "They're still endangered though, and summer is their mating season. I think the humans have to pay to kill one or something."

She wanted so much to reach for him, to let herself drown in his vibrant affection, but Blue instead settled for cuddling a little closer, holding the phone in both hands so he could see, and gently rubbed her head against his shoulder, a soft involuntary purr resonating in the back of her throat.

Every so often, she clicked another picture, keeping her eyes distracted with the natural beauty of the north so she could try and ease the empty ache down in the bottom of her forlorn heart.

"Maybe humans do," he mutters, already well certain that any kill he happens to make certainly won't look like a human did it. And if anyone happens to actually witness it and wants to try their luck at reprimanding him, they're welcome to the experience.

As she eases in, he shifts his arm back to make room for her, a deeper nook against his side where she can burrow and be protected again... whether she feels that way or not. That scraped Omega's insides raw -- fearing that her trust in him has been shaken, that part of her struggle to recover is rooted in her belief that she's not safe with him anymore. After all, she very well might have gotten away if he'd been there. He should have reached her sooner. Maybe if he had--

Omega slams the voice in his head into a white, steel cage and locks it up tight.

His arm slips around her shoulders a little, hand resting gently on her side, answering her purr with one of his own.

"Well," she murmured back, "even if we manage to eat all of it, we'll still have to be careful." Owen and Dr. Gwen had managed to convince the Park Wardens of their mountain to just...stay away from it, and let Nature take its own course in those rolling hills, but Montana was a different sort of country. Although, if it was as wide and big as Owen intimated, there might not be much human interference, at that.

Omega's answering purr made her warm inside, and Blue bit her lip, knowing that it was extremely unfair to begin something without being able to finish it. Her mate deserved better than that. He didn't deserve her hesitance, her irrational fear. And he definitely didn't deserve to have Vic-fucking-Hoskins still, even now, haunting them with his damned ghost.

Blue abruptly put the phone aside and clasped her fingers together, staring unseeing at her hands. "Omega," she began without preamble, although her voice was quiet, unsure, "--I need--I have to tell you something." Her knuckles began to whiten. "And you have to promise that you won't--wreck anything when I do..." Blue turned her head just enough to gaze up at him around the fall of dark hair. "--please."

While not exactly certain he could eat all of it -- especially without having much interest in trying -- Omega is at least quite positive that he could get away with it, one way or the other. And not necessarily through violent means, actually, considering he is a better person now or some fucking thing. If Blue is helping him bring it down -- although he might insist otherwise, for the sake of competition against himself -- he knows he'll behave better should any incident occur.

He's still musing on the vision of tackling a buffalo on the plains of Montana when he feels tension begin to seep into his mate's body, bringing his attention swiftly back to the moment, back to her. She doesn't withdraw from him, which is great, but it's obvious that something is wrong. That much is ominously confirmed the second she tells him not to lose his temper.

Considering how much better he's gotten at not doing exactly that, Omega knows this is gonna be bad. As his brow furrows, he answers with a slow nod.

Well, that was probably as much acquiescence as she was going to get, but Blue didn't immediately speak again. She looked back at her tangled fingers, trying to sort the words out in her mind so that she didn't just...throw everything out all at once.

When she did finally speak, it was hesitant, quiet. Almost imperceptible. "...InGen...didn't want us back because we left. They dropped Echo first, but didn't take her. Just me. I was their target all along." Blue ducked her head, hair hiding her face.

"Hoskins put me in your old cell, for the psychological shock value, probably, but then they...took me to the medical center and..." she had to clear her throat before continuing, "...injected me with your DNA, trying to create his 'next-generation' of hybrids." Her fists clenched. "Like he'd planned all along."

Blue took several deep breaths, then went on, voice falling flat, emotionless. "Don't know how long after that, they kept me under with those tranquilizers, but Hoskins started coming into the cell and-and staring at me. Finally he got too close, and I was able to cut him." A brief fierce gout of satisfaction heated the words, before fading. "--that pissed him off, then he--he..." Blue choked back a sob, biting it off before it escaped.

"--he raped me." There. She blurted it out, drawing up her legs and wrapping arms around her knees. Saying the words made it real again; she could even smell Hoskins' fetid stench: sweat, grease, liquor and that shitty cologne that always filled her nostrils like cotton. "--said he was going to get his hybrids one way, or another."

As soon as she starts talking, he wants to stop listening. This is the opposite of the magic she used to work on him, when he'd work himself into a rage and her soothing voice and unwavering affection would put out the flames whether he was done feeding them or not. Now, she's taking the cautious peacefulness surrounding them and turning it cold and sharp and ugly--

No, not her. She's only saying it, but she didn't make it real. InGen took her, and InGen imprisoned her, and InGen poisoned her... and Vic fucking Hoskins wasn't satisfied in trying to grind Omega down under his boot. No. He stole his mate away from him and did worse. Omega exists in a frozen moment where he can hear her but no part of him moves, remembering when he found her in his cell, found Hoskins with her, a look of horror on his face and his pants open...

The instant that the last word leaves her lips, Omega is off the bed and on his feet, propelled by... nothing, just the need to move, volcanic hatred boiling up inside him after going so long without an eruption, and he wants so badly to throw something right through the goddamn wall but he promised her that he wouldn't and even if he did there is no one around who would deserve it, no one to crush or tear apart, no one left who should die horribly for this--!

He drags his fingers over his face and then -- Blue. Omega whirls back to her, swallowing fire, and quickly he's on his knees on the bed in front of her, taking her face in his hands; the only thing remotely gentle about him now is the way he touches her. Every other part of him is lethal.

"I should have killed him for you. I'm so fucking sorry I didn't." Sharp canines gleam as he bites out the words, almost gags on them. "If I could do it over again, he'd still be dying in pieces."

He had the chance. But it would have been too fast... and she needed him. That was more important than anything else, and Omega would have let Hoskins rot away untouched if it meant doing more to save his mate. But apparently that unholy bastard left a wound in her that still hasn't healed. It's festered this whole time and Omega never realized how deep it went.

"What do I do, Blue?" It's a urgent question, almost desperate. She is the one person who makes everything clear to him, always, the one who teaches him the right way. "Tell me what it is and I'll do it. Anything."

She'd flinched away from his immediate violence, fearing that she'd pushed him too far--he was going to unleash all that wrath on some poor undeserving soul and she wasn't going to be able to stop him-- But even though he paced, back and forth, and Blue could feel the waves of boiling hate rolling off of his very skin, she saw him abruptly swallow it, and followed him with wide eyes when he came to kneel beside her, stricken, desperate.

She didn't hold it against him that he hadn't decapitated Hoskins for her. Never. Owen had taken care of that. Dr. Gwen had told her that Omega hadn't left her side since he'd brought her out of the containment compound. Had remained with her day and night, only letting Dr. Gwen and her assistants, along with Owen, near her.

Her fingers curled around his wrists as he held her face in his hands, and Blue had to close her eyes from the intensity burning out of his. He needed her. Needed her to tell him what to do, how to fix this, how go to on. But the hell if it was--

"--I don't know." It was a whisper, followed by another strangled whimper. Blue opened her eyes, glassy and sad. "I wish I could just burn him out of me...somehow."

He shouldn't put this pressure on her. She's been through enough, and he's not a child, nor is he helpless, but Omega doesn't know any other way. He doesn't know this, and if she just tells him what she needs from him then he can be what she needs him to be again. That's the most important thing in his life: keeping her in it.

But she's at a loss, just as he is. If she had woken up on Isla Sorna, they would have decided on the best way to dispatch her tormentor, and Hoskins would have died in screaming agony. Instead, she has to settle for the knowledge that her Alpha ended the man himself, and Omega will never entirely forgive himself for missing the chance when he had it. Not that it truly matters... it won't erase what was done to her. Omega doesn't know what to do instead.

He doesn't let her go. He just leans forward and touches his forehead to hers, shutting his eyes and gritting his teeth tightly. It's the only way he can choke back the shrieking fury within him that was just waiting for the chance to be released.

"You're still mine," he hisses, low and dark, to the ghost of Hoskins in whatever layer of Hell took him. "All of you. And when you'll have me again, I'll prove it, and we'll burn him out of you together."

The predatory growl in her mate's voice struck a low, primal chord down in Blue's stomach; for the first time in a long time, one not associated with fear. She inhaled a sharp, small breath, her forehead pressed tight to Omega's, and slid her fingers from around his wrists to around his neck, urging him nearer with a little muted whine.

I love you, I'm always yours, her tiny nuzzle reaffirmed. "...touch me," she entreated, the words breathed against his lips. "I want to feel you...and not him...ever again." A shudder of remembered revulsion shook her, but Blue simply threw her shivering body into Omega's arms, biting her lips with the effort not to give in. Not again.

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