“Alpha.” Her mouth is soft and her eyes shine with awe as she whispers the word up to me. “Omega.” I rumble against the base of her throat and am rewarded with a gush of slick drenching my thigh. I trace my nose up along her jaw, under her chin, over the arch of her cheek. Forehead pressed to forehead. Her honey warm eyes stare into mine. The blood of the wolves I fought pools to the tips of my eyelashes and rains down crimson tears. The fat droplets glide down to the corner of her eyes, leaving a bloodstained trail across her sun-kissed skin.
