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If you’re craving a bit more bite, and stronger themes of dubious consent, I would check out Andorra Sector.
Some wolves have fated mates. Carnage Wolves have a different form of fate—Alphas are inherently drawn to Omegas because they can take our knot. They’re also excellent with children and feisty as fuck.
“You’re a bit of a brat, aren’t you?” I say it endearingly because I’m amused by her antics. “All right. If you want to piss off the Carnage Island Alpha, I’ll allow it. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Oh, no, you don’t. You’re filthy from that cage and the ocean. And since you refuse to let your human take over, I’m bathing you.” He uses his grip to force my eyes to his. “And if you’re a good girl, I may even brush you.” I shiver inside. Something about that promise feels so… intimate.
Omegas are drawn to Alphas, just as we’re drawn to them. And I am absolutely fucking drawn to this little beast with her pretty white fur and intelligent brown eyes.
I shiver, and Caius strokes his fingers through my mane again. “You’re safe, Clove,” he whispers. “We won’t let anyone hurt you.”
Yet I feel an undeniable pull toward him. One I’m helpless to ignore. He growls, this time the sound more sensual than aggressive. It causes my stomach to clench, my thighs slickening with need.
Clove is small because of her Omega heritage, making her light on her feet. But she’s clever. Because she’s running down the stream in an attempt to mask her scent. It almost works. Except I’ve spent the last two days inhaling that sweet perfume, and while the water may dilute it, it’s still there, lingering in the wind like a beckoning kiss.
“You’re like a sweet little angel falling from the sky,” a familiar voice murmurs. Volt. “Too bad I have to give you to the devil,” he continues, gently setting me on the ground.
“You need a knot,” he says, his finger disappearing. “That is what you were feeling earlier, little one. My knot.”
“We’re going to help you through this. We’re going to protect you. And we’re going to claim you.” He says this all matter-of-factly. “You’re ours now, Clove.” Volt kisses my shoulder. “Welcome to Carnage Wolf life, sweetling.”
His feral smile turns kinder now, the glint in his blue eyes morphing into one of pleasure. “There you are,” he whispers. “My sweet little wolf. My intended.”
Him—I glance down—in a pair of gray sweats. He follows my gaze, his lips quirking up even more. “Hmm, you want my knot, gorgeous? Or are you just admiring the view?” “Your knot?” I repeat in a whisper. “My cock,” he rephrases, cupping my cheek to draw my gaze back up to his. “Omegas crave their Alpha’s knots. And as you’re on the edge of some sort of unique heat cycle, I would understand your need.”
“Do you want to shift or fuck?”
“Real wolves know how to properly satisfy themselves and their female, Clove. Real wolves don’t take a fucking harem when they have a mate. Real wolves are faithful. That is why I can’t just take another Omega on the side. Because I’m a real fucking wolf.”
He presses his forehead to hers, a moment of intense emotion seeming to pass from him to her. It’s enough to wipe that look off Volt’s face and sober his expression. He steps forward, taking over her opposite side while I remain on the other. Then the three of us hug her, our clan embracing our Omega. It’s a charged moment without words. Just a passing of knowledge. A vow of the future. A destiny engraving itself in all our hearts.
“We’re going to bathe you. Dress you. Then claim you before the pack.” His palm cups my cheek. “You’re ours, Clove. Never again will we be without you. Never again will you be alone. The ceremony is set. We’re biting you at three beneath the moon.”
“Then bite me,” she dares.
“I love you,” I whisper, aware that she’s so lost to her heat that she won’t remember me saying the words. However, I’ll repeat them as many times as she needs me to. For eternity.
Clove is our home. Our heart. The center of our clan. Our love.
