Possessed with heat, but something else, too. No matter how scared she might be, no omega should be putting up this much of a fight when she’s in heat. Not with three alphas in the room–er, cave. We should be beacons of hope for her, the promise of sweet relief, not enemies.
Something’s very, very wrong with this girl, and I’m starting to suspect that the motive behind our mission is more nefarious than we’ve been led to believe.
Chapter 6
Emmett
I’ve wrangled a lot of omegas, more than I probably want to admit since being a part of the Carlisle recovery squad, but I’ve never wrestled with an omega quite like Auryn.
For as little as she is, she is wiry as fuck.
“You need to purr!” Olly snaps at me as Auryn kicks out at him, hissing at him. Though to Olly’s detriment, he doesn’t seem to notice—or care—that the omega wants to practically rip off hishead, too.
I’m fairly certain his brain is too full of clinical knowledge to actually assess people properly like Gage, myself, or even Diego.
If it were up to me, I’d say we don’t even need the asshole. The three of us can handle this shit on our own. But Gage insists his talents are more valuable than not, so he stays.
And annoys the ever living fuck out of all of us.
Well, aside from Gage, that is.
“An omega in distress—”
That’s the moment I feel Auryn’s fucking teeth clamp down on my hand.
“Fuck!” I hold onto her tighter, despite the overwhelming feeling that I should drop my hand. Thunder roars overhead, and I can smell the oncoming rain. We need to get out of here, and quickly. Storms are nothing to fuck with out here at this time of the year. Shit can turn deadly real fast.
“Fucking purr, Emmett!” Olly bites. Something about that very notion ignites my alpha.
The purr that emanates from my chest comes from deep inside me. It’s a voice, an entity all its own, beyond my control.
Auryn still struggles, but she removes her teeth from my hand and whines.Her nails dig into my skin, and she fights me as much as she fights…herself?
The second purr comes easier as I hold her against me, tightly. I purr directly in her ear, my fingers grasping her wrist, and I push my thumb against her throbbing vein, seeking the pressure point there.
“Good,” Olly says, his voice strangely raspy and hoarse.
“Let’s move,” Gage says as a crack of lightning lights up the sky.
Auryn still pushes against me, but she’s not clawing at me, which I take as a win. I don't think twice about picking her up. She whimpers as the rain hits us. Despite her force, her fight, she’s practically light as a feather.
And judging from the rise and fall of her chest, her shivering body, she’s weak.
She puts up a good fight, but she doesn’t have the stamina we alphas do. Before I can take a step forward, Olly is in my face.
Or rather, her face.
I growl at him, my alpha instincts taking over.
“Move, Olly.”
He doesn’t seem to hear me, instead, he’s looking at Auryn like…
“Cinnamon,” he murmurs. “Peppercorn.”
Auryn looks right at him, and she wrinkles her nose. There’s the strangest tension as he looks at her with more interest than I’ve ever seen him give to a living being.
I wouldn’t say it’s equal to mine or Gage’s, and knowing Olly it may have to do with all the questions floating around his gigantic brain, but still.
