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Oh, wolves. They make my heart happy.
Females create life. Males protect it.
“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.
How can I want to submit and challenge him in the same thought?
She’s just inspired chaos on the island. Her pheromones—which are absolutely fucking real—are going to drive all the Alphas mad. Maybe even the Betas. She’s an unclaimed Omega going into heat. And she’s running. This is a goddamn nightmare.
He’s my anchor. The one who will forever ground me.
This is what Carnage Wolves are all about—we thrive on sensation and life. We follow our instincts. We don’t block the animalistic cravings inside ourselves,
I’m not shy. I take what I want when I want it. Because I can.
