Forbidden by Liliana Carlisle
CHAPTER 10
JAKOB
It’s said that when you find your Omega, you change.
Your life revolves around them.
Your soul is tied to them.
If you can’t be with them, you slowly lose your sanity.
I’ve seen it happen with other Alphas after they’ve found their mate. If they can’t be near their Omega, they slowly go insane.
When the Saviors take an Omega, their Alpha will stop at nothing to be reunited with them.
But eventually, they self-destruct.
Calum was half alive after he received the news about Aria—when he believed she was dead.
He had succumbed to darkness, letting the weight of his sorrow hang heavily over him.
He didn’t eat or sleep.
He howled with rage, more animal than human.
They say when you’re without your Omega, you’re incomplete.
And every day it gets worse.
* * *I’m not obsessed.
At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.
The tracker in her phone was just to ensure she was safe when I couldn’t keep watch.
That’s it.
But I’ve only seen this behavior in other Alphas when it comes to their Omegas.
Never a Beta.
So what the fuck is going on?
Even as she sleeps in my car, I have to resist the urge to pull her into my arms.
She probably hates me now.
And if she knew how I’d kept tabs on her…
It wouldn’t be a very pleasant conversation.
I wouldn’t be able to explain it.
Hell, I can’t even explain it to myself.
But that’s second to the fact that she disobeyed exactly what I told her to do. When I checked the tracker and saw she was back at that bar, I almost lost my shit. I was ready to confront her, demand her to tell me what she thought she was doing.
It was much worse than I imagined. If I had arrived only a few minutes later…
Through my observations, I’ve heard her tears at night.
The heartbreaking loneliness she refuses to show the world.
The naps that take up most of the day.
The scrunching of her eyelids as a headache hits her.
The night we met, she told me she was feeling reckless.
Was tonight another one of those moments?
Well, I’m feeling reckless too.
Instead of her apartment, I take her to my house. She’ll be safer here, at least for the moment, while she sleeps off whatever was put in her system.
She stirs as we pull into the driveway, and I help her out of the car while she mumbles incoherently. I lift her up in an easy scoop, carrying her across the entrance of my home like a twisted threshold.
This is all so wrong.
But fuck it.
I carry her past the living room into my bedroom. Taking off her shoes, I place her under the covers, making sure she’s comfortable. I cover her with blankets, double-checking to make sure she’s as bundled up as possible.
You’re making a nest for her,I realize in horror.
She’s not my mate.
She’s not even an Omega.
But everything in me screams that she’s mine.
Her eyes flutter open in the dim light, and she gives me a lazy smile. “Jakob?” She murmurs, my name falling from her mouth in the sweetest way.
She’s going to be the death of me.
“Sleep,” I order her, determined to sound cold. She continues to stare as I loom over her, her smile never leaving her lips.
“I feel so much better with you,” she mumbles, then closes her eyes. “Missed you.”
I should leave the room and call her a ride home.
I should never see her again.
This road will only lead to heartache and devastation if I find my Omega.
It will inevitably break her heart.
But maybe…
Maybe I don’t want an Omega, if I can have her.
She’s lit a fuse inside me, slowly dissolving the loneliness I fought so hard to ignore.
She gives me hope.
Damn it all.
I turn off the light and leave the room, locking the door behind me for good measure.