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Different Alphas from different cities have different preferred methods of travel. Glass City Alphas use carriages, Dark City ride motorcycles, Gold City use camels, Shadowlands and Mirage City use horses, Ruby City are conniving enough not to bother with land travel at all and are content to steal Betas trying to cross the Sea of Zaoul by boat…
“Ber…Ber…Berserker Dragnovic. I mean…uhmm…we didn’t know you’d claimed this Omega already…” says one of the idiots. “We were just going to bring her to you,” Victor tries. Smiley tee is one step ahead. “Run!”
“Don’t lie to me, Echo.” His hand slashes out and grabs my chin, forcing my face up. I close my eyes. A small rebellion. “Will you look at me?” I growl. “Echo, look at me.”
“Echo, you can’t die. Won’t allow it. You belong to me, you’re my responsibility, I’m your Berserker and it’s my responsibility to ensure your wellbeing.” “You’re doing a great job.” I’m gonna fuckin’ kill her.
“You taste like sin,” I lie, because she doesn’t. She tastes like redemption.
Fuck me. I remember the Fates. I remember what they told me. That in Paradise Hole I’d find her. And that there’d be no mistakin’ who she was when I met her. I’d know I met my wife. I know.
I’d expected an Omega who was meek and beautiful, grateful and obedient. Instead, I got rage dipped in honey, dragged through shards of glass. An Omega who’d rather kill herself than be mine, and right now she’s beggin’ me.
I turn from Loveless and, as I walk, throw the bottle of heat suppressants towards the stream off to my left. It hits the bridge and shatters. “Don’t need these anymore. She goes into heat, she’s got her Berserker.”
“And your wife?” I grunt, well aware that, by now, Echo’s gotta know that the jig is up. She knows that my only wife is the woman in my arms. But whatever. She wants to keep playin’? I’ll play. “Yeah, she’s gotta come too. Team player, and all.”
“It’s settled. We’ll cancel Dark Tower. Get the event team out here to scope this place. Will the…uh…foliage die in the next three days?” I grin. “Not if I keep fuckin’ her in it.” Sierra laughs. Barbero chokes.
I didn’t fuckin’ bond this woman. She stole my soul and bound it to her.
Right now, I’ve got a clear head and I remember that the Berserker of Dark City is really just a dick with occasionally good intentions and a suit perfectly tailored to his trim hips and his broad shoulders.
“Don’t take it from me.” He kisses the other side of my neck, coming as close to me as our positions allow, like he’s trying to absorb me into his skin. “Please don’t take it from me, Echo.” His voice cracks.
“Don’t fuckin’ think of changin’ anything about you. I love it all. The way you move. The way you hate. I love all of it. I love all of you.”
He chews, swallows, throws his head back and laughs. “Echo…” He presses the fruit to my mouth and I bite, chew, swallow and smile. “You did it.” He brushes his thumb beneath my left eye while his other hand brings the pit to his mouth. He licks it clean. “I made a peach,” I whisper incredulously.
I keep my eyes closed and I remember flowers. I remember growing them. “They’re all for you, don’t you know? I don’t even care about flowers, but I know you like them. I saw you getting all teary eyed the morning after we bonded.” I sniffle and laugh. “You’re just a big crying asshole.”
With his eyes still closed, he grins and in a gravelly voice that’s rich with pain, he wheezes, “Told you…I’d get you…to call me husband…even if I had to die to do it.”