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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.
Mates are meant to be revered and cherished and protected.
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?”
Omegas are prized among my kind. They would never be rejected. They would be revered and worshipped instead.
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. We can technically choose to mate Betas or other Alphas, but most of us crave Omegas. It’s only natural. We’re driven by the need to procreate, something Omegas are built to do with an Alpha. It’s all about the knot.
“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. Her scent is a goddamn beacon as well, practically radiating fuck me vibes all over our den.
Every part of me burns for him. No, not just him. Them.
“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.
And yeah, that’s not going inside me. He’s way too big.
stomach once more. “You need a knot,” he says, his finger disappearing. “That is what you were feeling earlier, little one. My knot.”
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.”
“Most packs have an Alpha and a Beta and a few other official roles, but that’s not how we operate,” he continues. “We have an Alpha clan at the top, meaning we typically have at least three Alphas in charge of a pack. There’s always one that’s stronger than the rest, but that Alpha chooses the strongest among us to support him.”
This female sets all my blood on fire. And I would be a fool to ignore that reaction.
“Deep breaths, gorgeous. I’m about to make you scream.”
“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.”
“When I make this pussy mine, it’s the only one I’m ever going to desire,”
After tonight, she’ll understand that an Alpha can bring his Omega to her knees with a subtle rumble. Just like he can soothe her with a purr. Or make her scream with his knot. Omegas drive Alphas mad, but we know how to return the favor in kind.
