I let out a deep whine as Cadel draws back, but as soon as I’m free, the alpha behind me pushes a hand on my shoulder blades, pushing me to the cold ground, and he rocks his knot, dragging it the tiniest amount, but sending me into quakes of lightning pleasure.
He does it for so long I end up just lying there boneless, his sweat dripping down on me. My whimpers fill the room, and then he surges forward, deeper than ever, and fills me up.
I’m aware but not when he drops onto me like a living blanket, nuzzling at my neck. Instinct flashes through me, and I grab his wrist and bite hard.
He shouts, but his instincts are driving him, too, and he leans down, biting my shoulder.
While I’m lying there, I feel the tether made out of flames that smell like candles and roses. It’s stronger than anything I’ve ever felt, but it’s coming from inside me.
“Jarek?” I whisper.
“I’m here, baby, I’m here.”
I don’t say anything else, just hold on to him, and when the feelings start rising again, a massive alpha who smells like leather and steel and has me shivering rolls me onto my back and buries himself in me.
He doesn’t give me a moment, just drives me up into another frenzy, and when I look for concrete walls, all I see is dark forests. A place to run, to play.
“Stay with me,” he whispers and leans down and bites the curve of my breast. I bite him back, I know I do; I can taste him on my tongue.
But even though I fight it, I fall back into the haze, the panic pushing in at the edges, and I hope that these alphas will be here to catch me.
Chapter 46
He is not her alpha
Mordecai
His Dreams
We’re staring at the night full of stars on the shore with a massive expanse of ocean just in front of us, and I don’t want to look at her. My lip curls when I see her long grey hair dance on the breeze. The smell of the salty ocean is just fuel to the inferno of my temper.
“I have done everything you have asked,” I say in a low, angry voice. “Please don’t ask me to do anymore.”
She doesn’t say anything for so long I wonder if she even heard me speak.
“Do you know what I love about the stars?”
I ignore her; she’s going to tell me, anyway.
“There are no two the same because they all have their place, their different strength of light. The night sky is a tapestry of intent and fate. Much like the fate of the people who are currently fighting to stop the Beta’s Path.” Her chiding hits hard, but I take the blow and let it bounce off me.
“I’ll have to take your word for it, having never seen stars,” I say bitterly.
She smiles slightly, turning to look at me. The stillness of the world around me just reminds me of how fake it is.
“You think you are the only one who has had to sacrifice, who knows pain, but for more years than I can count, the players, humans, gods, betas, omegas, and alphas have been working to undo the damage. Sacrificing family, love, and lives. You are not special because you had to hurt her to save everyone.”
The prophet turns away, and when she looks back, she looks ageless, different. A goddess. My skin prickles, and I have an urge to step back from her.
“The end is coming. One way or another, it will be decided. And it will be you,” she says sharply.
“Me?”
“Yes, you and people like you, living there now, the gods and humans who want so desperately for something better, it will be you who will fight the final battle and decide for once and for all what our world is going to look like.”
She starts walking, and I follow before I can even think about it. The sand is soft on my bare feet, cold.
I almost can’t speak, I’m so appalled by her sad words. “This is it?”
