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Welcome to Carnage Island, little one. Are you ready to play a game? It’s called hide-and-seek. You hide. We seek. And then… we bite.
I fucking hate wearing suits. They’re claustrophobic and suffocate my wolf. And the damn ties make me want to choke something. Not my own neck. Someone else’s neck.
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. Volt. “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.”
“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.”
And our little sex kitten is all about passion at the moment.
I can’t see. And I don’t even fucking care. Not with the sensations exploding from below. It’s a new meaning of heaven. It’s rapture. It’s fucking flawless.
My knot claims her. My tongue calms her. And my soul marries her.
“If someone so much as looks at you wrong, I’ll end him without question. Because that’s who I am here. I’m the guardian. I’m your guardian.”
“We’ll paint the world in blood for you, Clove.”
I would appreciate it if you released my heir from your custody, you dumb old fucks.
Of course, Volt, Caius, and Tieran are all armed, just in case Alpha Crane decides to commit suicide today.
I only have eyes for three men. Tieran. Caius. And Volt. My Carnage Wolves. My Alphas. My mates.
I hope you’re both in the mood for a little game of hide-and-seek, I tell Caius and Volt as I shift into my wolf. Because it seems our mate wants to play. Mmm, Volt hums in reply. She hides. We seek, Caius adds. I grin. And then… we bite.
