Sometime Between Now and Then

We've been driving for an hour, maybe more; I don't know. It's hard for me to figure out exactly how much time has passed since the shock of Kieran's sudden appearance and the confirmation that he hates me has now eased.

I should've known it already, being what I am. Maybe I always did, but it was a knowledge I was happy to shove deep down in the well inside me to live with all my pain and hurt. Still, it's like some sick joke that I'm an omega, a pack healer, and my mate—the one person in the world supposed to love me—hates me.

What's strange is it doesn't really hurt. At least not the way his indifference, his coldness, and his many, many casual cruelties used to. Not when I think about how I felt when I learnt that Lucian had been lying to me. That was something else.