Once finished, I return her to the bed that’s a mess, and slide her down underneath the covers with a clean blanket and place a towel underneath her damp, soft blonde hair, sliding a strand out of her eyes. Underneath those lids are the most gorgeous brown eyes I’ve seen; they nearly glow with how warm they are. They’re such a gentle detail, something so pleasing in knowing my mate’s eyes.
Dressing back into what I wore on the way here, the scent annoys me. It’sbeforeDiana, smelling nothing like her. Whichrevs at an aggression to anynotion that she isn’t mine, that she might not accept me after this.
No.She will understand how this was all for her. That everything I do from here on out will be for her.
Returning to the front door, I press the button while also lifting the handle to unlock it, the shutters remaining closed. It’s easy, but anyone in a fucking hurry won’t think to do it if they don’t know it’s there. I step outside and squint at the sunlight, something we haven’t seen in nearly three days. Skinner struts forward as soon as he realizes I’m outside, leaving the cover of the makeshift tent for those on duty. His limp is better, and he looks more formidable. Kitty’s silver fox, as she likes to call him. “Get some fresh food made, bring it here. We roll out soon after,” I say, eyeing the holster at his thigh, similar to the ones I use when not worrying about an omega accessing them. “Make sure this thing is filled with gas.” I nod to the reclaimed jeep I drove Diana in.
“Sure thing,” Skinner says, nodding his head. None of my alphas are nearby, but they will ensure we’re ready. It’s the order that keeps us functioning. A pack, yet not one. We’re all a bunch of feral animals that realize we work well together.
If we don’t get too close.
Returning to the small house and locking the door again, it reeks of us fucking.What a magnificent scent.I inhale deeply, ready to get Diana to her new home.
I don’t like her being in someone else’s territory with a bare neck.
Diana stirs from the door shutting, looking over at me with her wet hair just barely drying, my gaze falling to her exposed breasts that make blood pool in my cock. She covers herself up, an awareness in her eyes that says she’ll fight the purring.
Spinning around in the bed, she grabs at her neck again as if ensuring it’s unmarked. “I swear you bit me… Did you bite me? Are you somehow covering it up?”
I sit on the couch near the bed, reaching for my boots. “You’d know if I bit you. Ididgraze my teeth, though.”
Relief. It’s so clear on her face, and it pisses off a part of me.
She doesn’t have to understand why I did what I did. Rutting and fucking her is the bare necessity when presented with the fact that she’s my scent match. Leaving her alone would have been genuine agony, perhaps harmful to her. And there was never any option ofanyonebeing in here that wasn’t me. I ensuredeverydemand of hers was fulfilled, and kept an unusually close eye on every minute change in her expression.
“Why did you do that to me?” she asks.
Take care of her, she means?“Do what? Make you scream in pleasure for three days?”
Her cheeks turn pink. “Just—never mind.”
“You’re predisposed to want me,” I say, gauging what she thinks of us. If she knows that we’re a scent match. I honestly think she doesn’t believe it.
“You’re an alpha. I’m predisposed to them in heat, yes.”
“And yet you quickly fall to my purring.”
Her eyes widen, giving me all the confirmation I need. She does sense something, but the confusion that follows in her gaze suggests she seriously has no idea. Or genuinely cannot believe it.
“You’re using me,” she states.
“Maybe I’m taking an interest in you.”
“You literally know nothing about me.”
“Time will fix that.”
She frowns and looks at me like I’m just confusing her more. Does she not know about scent matches, perhaps? Just that they exist, and nothing beyond that?
Darling Diana, you have so much to learn.
DIANA
Cruel,paralyzing indecision of not knowing where to run keeps me naked in this spot. Attacking him means goingnearthe beast, which I’m morally against. What game is he playing? Does he fuck omegas in heat often and then give them to the rest of his pack?
Does he even have an omega for himself?
I feel so gutted that my first heat with another was with him. I mourn the loss of any hope of a first time that meant something special. I’ve seen enough ruined omegas to know what comes next. Alphas like him burn through road dolls like they’re made of paper, expecting their bonded omegas to still be happy with them. I’ll be mated to someone among his ranks, and then every time I look at him, I’ll remember what he stole from me.
