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the females don’t shift until their chosen mate
Except the one beside me is stroking my fur with a reverence I don’t understand. And he’s… he’s humming? Why is he humming?
“Hmm, I see you’ve taken control,” the blue-eyed Alpha murmurs, reaching down to stroke his palm along my exposed abdomen. “Are you protecting your human, little one? Hiding her from some sort of trauma?”
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.
“You’re like a sweet little angel falling from the sky,” a familiar voice murmurs.
“Too bad I have to give you to the devil,” he continues, gently setting me on the ground.
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.”
He looks at me and winks. “Ready to eat, sweetling?”
“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.”
