Ruby's POV
He was dying.
Not in some dramatic, cinematic way.
No,this was the slow, real kind. The kind where blood leaks through shaking hands and breath turns shallow and skin goes cold.
Carter was slipping.
And I had no one to blame but Jake.
Jake, who thought I’d shatter if he broke the man I loved. Jake, who still believed I was something small enough to own. An Omega he could mold, bend, control.
But I wasn’t hers anymore.
I wasn’t his, either.
I was mine.
And Carter,he was mine, too.
I pressed down on the wound harder, using a torn piece of Carter’s undershirt as a makeshift dressing. It was soaked already, dark and sticky. Too much blood. I couldn’t get it to clot, not out here, not without supplies.
He winced, barely conscious. “You… should go…”
“No.” I grabbed his j
