"Then fix it," Thorian snarls, settling me on our massive bed with infinite gentleness despite the rage in his voice. "Do whatever is necessary to stabilize her condition."
"This isn't a medical crisis," Lady Elvinia says carefully. "The solution lies in mate bond reconnection, not healing magic. The omega's biology requires alpha claiming to anchor the divine enhancement properly."
Heat floods my cheeks at the clinical discussion of my body's desperate needs, but I'm too exhausted to feel properly embarrassed. The emergency heat building in my system doesn't care about dignity—it only knows I'm dying and my mate is finally within reach.
"Everyone out," Thorian commands, his attention focused entirely on my deteriorating condition. "Now."
Lady Elvinia and the attending healers retreat with respectful haste, sealing the chamber doors behind them. Then it's just us—alpha and omega, mate and mate, two halves of a bond that nearly broke from three days of separation.
"Tell me what you need," he says, his massive hands hovering over my fevered skin. "Tell me how to fix this."
"You." The admission tears from my throat, raw and desperate. "I need you inside me, claiming me, proving to my body that I haven't been abandoned. The bond—it's not just emotional. Without it, the divine power is going to consume me completely."
The heat hits without warning.
Not the pleasant warmth of normal omega biology, but liquid fire racing through my veins like molten metal. My back arches off the silk sheets as every nerve ending screams for relief that only exists in my alpha's touch.
"Oh god," I gasp, my hands clawing at the fabric as waves of burning need crash through me. "Thorian, something's wrong. This isn't normal heat?—"
"It's emergency heat," he explains, his voice rough with barely contained rut as my desperate scent fills the chamber. "Your body's last attempt to summon the alpha connection it needs to survive."
Slick gushes between my thighs, but it's wrong—tinged with the same dark corruption that's been appearing in everything my body produces during the withdrawal. My fertility goddess enhancement is eating itself, divine power turning toxic without its other half to balance the equation.
"I need you," I sob, though the admission feels like tearing out my own heart after everything I've learned. "I don't care about the lies anymore, the manipulation, the seven dead women. I need my mate or I'm going to die, and our baby with me."
His expression softens with something that might be relief or anguish—I can't tell which through the haze of corrupted heat. "I've got you," he murmurs, beginning to strip away my travel-stained clothes with reverent care. "I'm here now. I'm not going anywhere."
When his massive prehensile cock emerges from its sheath, my dying body floods with relief so intense I nearly pass out. Eight inches of impossible anatomy designed specifically for claiming desperate omega biology—ridged, flexible, thick enough to stretch me to my limits.
"Please," I whisper, my legs falling open in blatant invitation despite every rational reason to hate him. "Please make it stop burning."
He settles between my thighs with predatory grace, his enormous frame dwarfing mine. But instead of claiming me immediately, he leans down to breathe deeply at my throat, scenting the corruption that's been poisoning my system.
"Fuck," he growls, his voice carrying barely contained rage. "Maya, the bond damage is extensive. Another day and?—"
"Then fix it," I beg, my hips rolling against nothing as another wave of desperate need crashes through me. "I can't take any more of this burning."
When the head of his cock nudges against my entrance, we both freeze. Even corrupted and dying, my body recognizes its perfect match—the alpha anatomy designed to claim and satisfy and anchor omega biology in ways no human male ever could.
"Mine," he breathes, beginning to push inside with careful control. "My stubborn, brilliant, impossible mate. Never leave me again."
The stretch as he fills me is exactly what my failing body needed—not just physical pleasure, but biological completion. His massive girth forces my enhanced tissues to accommodate impossibilities, while the ridged texture hits nerve endings that exist only in magically altered omega anatomy.
"Oh god," I sob as he bottoms out, his inhuman length reaching depths that make my divine enhancement sing with satisfaction. "I feel you everywhere. Inside me, around me?—"
"That's the bond reconnecting," he explains, beginning to move with steady, claiming strokes. "Your body recognizes its other half. The power that was consuming you can finally flow where it's meant to go."
He's right. With each thrust of his massive cock, I feel the corruption draining away, replaced by the clean energy of aproperly anchored mate bond. His fertility magic mingles with mine, not overwhelming my system but balancing it the way two voices create harmony.
"More," I gasp, my legs wrapping around his narrow waist to pull him deeper. "I need more. Need to feel you claiming me completely."
His pace increases, and I feel his cock beginning to change inside me—the prehensile tip curving to hit my cervix while the ridged shaft creates friction against every sensitive spot I possess. The sensation is overwhelming, animalistic, exactly what my omega biology has been craving.
"That's it," he encourages, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that makes submission feel like safety. "Take everything I give you. Let your body remember why it chose me."
When his knot begins to swell, I nearly scream with relief. The thick bulge at the base of his cock catches at my entrance, preparing to lock us together in the most primitive claiming possible. My body opens for him eagerly, enhanced anatomy accommodating what should be impossible.
"Please," I beg, feeling my climax building from depths I'd forgotten existed. "Please, knot me. Make me yours again."
