The Rebellious Omega
Chapter 99

Blair POV

I woke up feeling groggy with my head throbbing and pounding painfully. It felt like I'd been run over by a truck, multiple times, and I put a hand to my head as I slowly climbed out of the bed, aware that my mate was asleep next to me, the light blinding me and causing me to wince. How did people like to drink, when it caused this horrendous hangover the next morning? I groaned and shuffled into the bathroom, trying not to vomit. I would be amazed if there was anything left in my stomach after last night. I blushed, feeling slightly embarrassed at what I had put my mate through and at how sick I had been during the night. He had deserved better than that, I thought wretchedly, quickly doing my business and washing my hands. I could feel myself beginning to waken up some more as I splashed water on my face and I headed to the window, deciding that some bright sunlight would speed the process up even more, even as I dreaded the impact it would have on the headache I already had. I pulled on the blind and released it. For a moment, my eyes struggled to digest what I was seeing. I blinked, certain that I was seeing things. After all we were on the top floor of the pack house so it couldn't have been feasible. Shouldn't have been. But it was there, plain as the nose on my face.

Horror swept through me. I didn't understand how somebody could do something so cruel and disgusting. My mouth opened of its own accord and I screamed, my voice shrill and ear-piercing. Tears poured down my cheeks. I couldn't tear my eyes away, no matter how hard I tried. Visit Jo bnib.com to read the complete sentences for free. If you are not reading this novel on Jo b nib.com, some paragraphs are incomplete. It was like my feet were planted to the floor and all my limbs refused to cooperate. My mate came crashing in, his eyes immediately swinging to the window. Who would have killed poor little Sammy? The stray little ginger cat that hung around the pack house. I had developed a soft spot for him, feeding him whenever I came across him and patting him. He was relatively tame and was good-natured and loving. I felt sick to my stomach and abruptly turned and vomited into the toilet bowl, Braedon moving to move my hair so that it was off my neck and back. I gave a sob. "Hey, it's okay" Braedon murmured.

I shook my head. The poor cat was pinned to the window with duct tape, blood pouring down his body that had long since dried. It looked as though his throat had been slit and he'd been stabbed numerous times all over. His eyes were wide and staring blankly at me. I gagged. "Somebody killed him" I sniffled, turning and replaceing myself in Braedon's arms "that poor cat, Braedon, how did they get him up here?"

Braedon frowned, deftly guiding me out of the bathroom "I don't know sweetheart, but I'll look into it. Maybe they got onto the balcony" he muttered, assisting me back to the bed as I sat, staring at him forlornly.

"That cat loved everyone" I muttered "he didn't have a single mean streak in his body. This was another message for me." Braedon looked frustrated "I'm not letting you go anywhere without a guard today," he said grimly.

I snorted. "Braedon they killed a cat because they're too cowardly to face me. I think I'll be okay" I told him angrily.

Fury was sweeping through me now that the initial shock had worn off. Braedon looked unconvinced "Blair, I'm not arguing with you. First the rattlesnake, now this. Whoever has it in for you is unhinged. You've clearly made somebody angry" he said tightly "and I'm not going to risk you getting hurt."

He tossed me some clothes and I moodily put them on. When we stepped out of the room, I wasn't surprised to see James waiting for us or to see Braedon give an imperceptible nod towards our room. No doubt he was being informed to get rid of the mess and told to investigate what happened. We walked downstairs to the kitchen and saw Josie yawning widely as she consumed some coffee and a pale-looking Sierra clutching some juice. Liandra was there, with her mate, a rather large-looking brutish man with broad shoulders and dark hair, smirking at all of us. I ignored her, thanking the omega who handed me my coffee profusely, inhaling the aroma, my mouth salivating, despite the distress I was feeling. "I feel like s**t" Josie complained.

Braedon's lip twitched. Sierra gave a low groan "Tell me about it, my head feels like somebody's playing drums inside of it."

"Coffee" I moaned, drinking it and waving at the omega to get me another one.

Braedon gave a chuckle "Considering the state you girls were in last night, this morning is a definite improvement. I can't say I have any sympathy in regards to your hangovers though" he said cruelly.

We stared at him. I pouted "Braedon it's your fault I got drunk in the first place," I said indignantly and saw him flush and look guilty.

"Okay then I feel sorry for you," he said indulgently, kissing me on the cheek.

Josie sighed and Sierra just groaned. "I need a mate to pamper me" she cursed.

I laughed, peering down at the bacon with hunger. I began to devour it, feeling as though I was starving. Julia came wandering in, a huge bouquet of flowers in her arms. She was smiling to my shock and she came straight to me, dipping her head and handing them to me. "What, is this?" I stammered.

The bouquet consisted of a gorgeous array of purple and white roses. It looked like something you would have seen in a fairytale movie, wrapped in a pretty lilac ribbon. Julia smiled at me. "This is for you. There's a card" she advised, her tone for once clear of any sarcasm or judgment. I frowned and plucked the card out of the flowers, opening it slowly.