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“Only cowards use religion to shame others for something that’s just natural.”
It’s not well known anymore because here and in any other alpha territory, it’s illegal for betas and omegas to be in a relationship without an alpha involved once an omega reveals.”
“So, betas having kids with omegas doesn’t come up much. Even when betas are in a pack with an omega, the alphas usually claim breeding rights.”
“You’ve been dragging Mal to these meetings since he was a baby. Let our pup run!” I wince. Only Mom would call all my hulking ass a pup.
“There are too many unbonded alphas roaming around thinking you are a part of tonight’s offerings. Or is that your game, little wolf? You want to see me spill blood in your name tonight?”
thinking back to Aiden’s kicked puppy look this morning when he saw the evidence I’d been taking on pack challenges without him. How was I supposed to tell him that one of the challenges was from his parents?
We need what nature intended to lock us together: a little omega to coddle, to dominate and fuck as a cadre. DNA is weird. The same wiring that makes us territorial assholes also demands we share our mate as a group, tying us together like nothing else could.
There’s a predatory thrill to the thought of watching my bond brothers take our omega together, fucking them throughout all four corners of our claim, sanctifying our patch of land. Sealing our pack bond with our blood and our cum.
He knows it’s Pack Night, but I didn’t have a chance to tell him about the Benefaction visit.” I let exasperation leak down our bond. He’s had months to break the news.
Ok so the convo about them choosing an omega happed months before Ava’s escape?
“I don’t want to ask, but I have to. Why a cult? What about them screams cult?” “Man, I don’t know? Maybe it’s because they’re all dressed up in these gauzy little white dresses or tanks and shorts deals. They give me dead-doll vibes.”
“So it begins. The dolls are making their grand entrance.” Funerals have better hype men than Aiden right now.
Rogue cadres who don’t mind force-bonding an omega would view their traveling party as a rare opportunity to snag a mate.
I wonder what would be the process of mating with an omega who is in a forced bone?
“Everyone knows what they’d risk forcing anyone into a bond against their will in this territory, omega or not.” “And the risk is what?” “Death,” Hayes’s smile is sharp as the knives I know are strapped on his legs. “But not until they are begging for it.”
there’s a group, they call themselves The Way of the Eye or The Way for short.”
“I told Geiger that Command was messing up by not sharing info with you or your dads, but I think they're just pissed that somebody's hacked their system and they aren't ready to cop to dropping the ball.
The relief that fills me has me on my knees. Gabriel gently scoops me back up. “C’mon, where’s my Wildcat?” He tucks a wayward curl behind my ear. “Nope, none of that. Chin up, buttercup. It’s time for you to say good-bye to this wolf, and for me to meet your brother, aka the guy who wants to punch me in the face.”
His hair is flame-colored, containing the same riot of red and gold as the flickering hearth fires at home. I’ve never seen anything like it. Cut tight on the sides, the longer tousled layer on top dips over his thick eyebrows, highlighting sky-bright eyes ringed with navy.
this alpha’s short locks are golden brown. Neatly parted and shorn close on the sides, an equally neat beard hugs his wide jaw: short, pointed, and darker in hue than his hair. A hint of a full pink bottom lip creased with an old scar peeps out from below his mustache. It is the only bit of softness in an otherwise stern face.
In a room full of strength, the power radiating off of ol’ Tree Trunks — that’s his name now — is impossible to ignore.
Idly, I wonder if I could wrap my arms around one of his thighs — thick stumps of muscle that are straining the seams of his ...
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the dark-haired alpha’s glare. Metal spikes, tall hair, and cheekbones that could cut me are all I register before the angry alpha plucks Gabriel — a full-grown man! — away from me and places him at his side with his plate of a hand wrapped around the base of Gabriel’s neck.
Aiden’s brand of beauty serves as a warning; a gorgeous threat prowling the room. My hands curl in on themselves so I don’t lose a finger to him.
Mal’s voice, like the rest of him, is deep and solid, and tempered with a hint of kindness. I never imagined the Huntsman’s voice but if I had, I decide it would sound like Mal.
On his knees, his head is level with mine.
his scent of sunshine and citrus
I wonder, if I leaned in and bit Mal’s fat bottom lip, would he taste the same? Tangy. Sweet.
“Good girl.” His eyes crinkle at the corners with approval. I squeeze my eyes shut at the purred praise.
The heat stealing through me rivals the heat of the room. It's silly for two words of throwaway praise to hit me this way but I don’t know if anyone besides Shay has ever praised me, even just for show.
I get the sense Mal is used to people doing what he wants them to do. Apparently, I am one of those people because I just nod my head again.
“Words, Ava. I’m going to need you to use your words. I don’t know what it’s like where you’re from, or who you’re used to dealing with, but, when I can, I like to give people a choice. So tell me,” The rough edge of his voice a delicious friction in my ear. “Do you mind me putting my hands on you? ”
Again, with the smelling! Got to get Gabriel to explain this to me.
With no warning, Shay drops to the floor and offers his belly to Mal. Mal relaxes behind me. “All right pup, we understand each other now.” Do we? Because I sure as hell don’t understand. What did I just watch?
his hand drifts a buzzing path from its place on my hip, up arm, to trace the burn marks around my collar. A growl rumbles out from him. “Don’t think I’ve been clear enough here. You and your brother have safe haven here for as long as you like. This is my territory and I don’t truck with the mistreatment of my people, even those just blowing through.
My leg twitches. I’m going to knock this man over, kick him square in the chest for making sense.
A self-satisfied look rolls across Mal’s face. My gut flips. The approval radiating off him licks up my spine. It’s getting harder to remember why being one of his people would be bad.
The girl with raven-black hair snorts and pointedly looks away from Malcolm. My skin prickles with unexpected anger. How dare she?
“Educational. Is that what we’re calling knot porn these days? Good to know.
you should already know each of you is designed to not just take any one of our knots, but to fucking beg for it.” His eyes flit over to Gabriel. “You’ll be so hot, so dripping with slick for it,” his voice drops until it’s a barely suppressed growl, “so fucking starved for one of our knots, any alpha in this room will have to stop you from hurting yourself trying to get our dicks in you. Well, they’ll stop the bad kind of hurt. Can’t promise there won’t be some pain with your pleasure.”
Shifting is a recessive gene.
I stuff the shame down. I’m not going to let anyone make me feel bad about stuff no one told me about. No one’s forcing someone as powerful as him to be here. If he didn’t want to be asked these questions, he shouldn’t have stuck around.
Wildcat
But with Malcolm’s body stretched out before me, any memory of another man’s body is burned out of my mind.
“Shay, shift NOW.” They snap the order in unison. A blast of power directed at Shay hits me as well. Dull cramps twist my lower belly.
I’m not a threat.” “The fuck you’re not. I see the way you look at her.” Before I can blink, Shay is on Gabe, wrestling him to the ground. Just as fast, there’s a yelp and Aiden has him dangling off the ground.
“Mom was an omega, Ava. He saved her from the wildlands. Took her from her alphas when they weren’t around. It’s why she—” He trails off. It’s why she didn’t care.
I try to look like someone who is not one giant muscle spasm and hot flash away from passing out.
Every touch on Alix’s body feels like a stroke across my skin, and I need them to do more to her.
All those writhing bodies, the scent of slick and blood hanging thick in the air, has my wolf riding my ass so hard to fight or fuck or shift
solved.” I growl. Knife or claw, I’m going to tear this trash apart.
My knife’s aim is true; it sinks deep into the tender flesh behind Oren’s knee. A place for everything and everything in its place.
Note to self: remind Aiden of how he thought ambidextrous knife training was overkill.
