The omega whimpers and gasps as I fill him. I brace myself with my hands either side of his head. Then I fuck him hard. Like I’m trying to bury him into the forest floor. He wails and spills in a satisfying cycle, repeating over and over again until my own orgasm hits me.
I’m just coming down from my high, when suddenly wolf-Callum is snarling in my face. Hastily, I back away. Alpha stalks me while growling low. All his fur is bristling. I’ve never seen him so pissed off. I whine and roll over, showing him my belly. He looms over me for a long moment. Then he shifts to his human form, so I do the same. He continues to glare down at me as I lay on my back on the forest floor.
“That’s not how we treat omegas in this pack!” he growls.
My gaze looks for Fitz. He has sat up and scrambled backwards a few feet, putting his back against a tree. He is sitting there covered in leaves and small sticks, holding his trousers around his waist. He is panting heavily and his eyes are wide and dazed. I can smell his cum, but omegas always spill when given cock. It’s the excuse assholes give to abuse them. I swallow over my suddenly tight throat and flick my gaze back to Callum.
“Do you think he ran away to personally affront you?” snaps Callum. “Did you not think he might have run away because he was scared? And now you have confirmed his fears!”
I stare up at Callum helplessly.
“What were you thinking?” he demands.
“Not a lot,” I confess. I can’t claim that anything that was going through my head was a rational thought.
Alpha huffs in displeasure. “You’ve got your eye for an eye. Fitz is not to be punished any further!” With that, he shifts again and bounds away.
I sit up and blink.Punished. Was that what I did to Fitz? My gaze meets his again. The collar of his borrowed hoodie is torn and ripped to shreds. Vague memories of biting into it flash through my mind. Would I have bitten his neck and claimed him if the cloth had not got in the way? Would he now be mine? My property, my mate? All without asking him?
I swallow dryly and climb to my feet. Fitz snatches his gaze away. After everything I just did to him, he is worried about seeing me naked?
He gets to his feet too, and by wordless agreement we start heading back to the pack house. We walk in tense, awkward silence for a few hundred yards. I’m relieved that he is not hobbling or limping. He is unhurt, unless he is hiding it.
He bends down to retrieve a small backpack. I can almost picture him running as fast as he could and casting it off in desperation as he sensed me getting closer and closer. I eye the bag in disgust. I don’t know where he got it from or what he has stolen to put in it. But it shows he really had planned his escape well. And just like that my growing guilt swirls back to anger. At least, I think I’m angry. Actually, I’m feeling too much of everything to have the faintest clue what I’m feeling.
“Alpha is mad at you,” Fitz says in a quiet voice. “But I’m…” he trails off.
Part of me wonders what he was going to say. Was he going to claim he wasn’t angry at me? That he enjoyed it? Or was he going to say he was disgusted? Scared? Outraged? I don’t know what to make of any of that. It’s too much, so I do the cowardly thing and pretend he has said nothing.
We walk in silence for a while longer.
“The dose was just enough to knock you out for a few hours,” he says softly.
I grit my teeth. He fucking poisoned me. I will not be mollified or pleased that he didn’t want to kill me. That’s not something to be happy about. It’s not a cute sign that he likes me more than he wants to. I’m not going to accept any kind of apology. He fooled me once. I huff, he fooled me twice if you count luring me to an alleyway full of hunters. Never again.
I’ve learned the hard way. Fitz cannot be trusted.
Chapter fifteen
“Whereisyourshadow?”asks Dave with a laugh.
I put down the ax. The pile of wood I just chopped is looking healthy enough anyway. My gaze flicks over to the chicken enclosure where Fitz was just a moment ago. He had been taking an extraordinarily long time to feed them, but my wolf still wants to whine at finding him gone.
Dave laughs again. “It’s so cute the way he follows you everywhere like a little lost puppy.”
“Looking for an opportunity to kill me,” I huff.
Dave chuckles and shakes his head at me, before wandering off. I glare at his back. The beta just sees Fitz as an omega, he doesn’t realize the threat he poses. He doesn’t believe that Fitz is going to try to escape again and tell all his hunter friends where we are.
Though I suppose I shouldn’t blame Dave, Fitz had me completely fooled too. I look around for him again. It’s been three days since he poisoned me and tried to escape. Since then he has behaved impeccably. But he is not going to fool me again. If he really was such an angel, he would tell us all about the hunters and his past, but he still refuses to breathe a word. That says all I need to know.
I’ve been ignoring Fitz. But as Dave remarked, the omega has been just, there. Nearly everywhere I look. Everywhere I go.
But now, the omega is nowhere in sight, I should feel relieved, not disappointed. It appears I’m just as much of a confusing mess as he is. Sighing, I check the time. I need to go shower and meet with Alpha in his office.
I can’t stop looking for Fitz all the way to my room. It’s infuriating.
Twenty minutes later, I knock and enter Callum’s office without waiting for an answer. He has never been one for formality. As I walk in, I see Fitz sitting in a chair by the window and my heart does a little skip. He looks good. He is wearing new clothes, a dark hoodie and jeans that actually fit him. Someone bought him clothes. I clench my teeth.
