Cyn walks past me, and for a second, his finger grazes along the outside of my hand. I whip my head towards him and watch as he silently slides past.
Was that comfort?
I’m not sure what’s worse: the hostile camp or the alphas who have suddenly changed their minds.
For the first time ever, I wish I were home.
Rory
Well, this makes things more complicated and a hundred times easier.
I follow the intensifying scent of my omega as she struggles not to react to being this close to this many alphas. The intoxicating sweet scent of her is turning the edges of my temper sharp.
The situation is rapidly becoming tenuous, and my amusement is waning. The urge to go over and clamp a hand on her nape and assert my ownership of her is getting difficult to suppress. I’m sure if I tried, she would rake me with her cute kitten claws and set me in my place faster than I could growl, but that doesn’t stop the urges.
The other three alphas, Nathan, Rojer, and Kevin, are watching her, too, and now I’m watching them. Planning all the wonderfully terrifying things I’m going to do to them if they dare touch what is mine. The day is bright, but my world is tinged red with all the blood I want to spill.
“What are you thinking?” Vale asks me.
“That I should have brought my knives.”
Vale rolls his eyes. “Too messy, get creative.”
“Oh, I can get creative. There are pine cones. I can see how manycan fit up his-”
“Hey, Rory?”
Her voice startles me. Did she hear anything? No, she’s too far away. I wipe the proverbial sweat off my brow and try to rein in my desire to bound up to her and convince her to let me worship her body until the end of time.
“Yes, Bonnie?” I sing sweetly.
She glares at me for a full ten seconds as if she’s trying to work me out. Ten psychologists couldn’t do it; I don’t think she will be able to.
“Can you help me gather pine cones for the fire tonight?”
Vale bites his lower lip and turns away, his shoulders convulsing. I am stunned; for three long seconds, all I can do is stare at her. She flips her hair over her shoulder and raises her eyebrows. Fuck, she’s so cute.
“It would be my pleasure,” I purr at her. When she walks off, I turn to Vale. “Fate is telling me murder by cone.”
“I’m leaning towards flying lessons,” Vale whispers back. “A nice big cliff with some air time. A boot to the chest, it’s a do or die moment.”
“Check this out.” Cyn walks up to us, holding up a jar with a small spider with huge mandibles inside. It looks pissed off. “Death by excruciating poison?”
“Ooh, I like it. Do it, do it, do it,” I chant.
“You’re so damn scary, Rory, people cross the road to get away from people like you, and when it comes to murder, you are like a little kid, full of joy. It’s so fucking hot,” Vale murmurs and leans in, kissing me hard.
I moan into his mouth, pulling him closer still.
“This is true. But murder is my happy place, and I’m so good at it,” I whine.
“We’re usually good at it; this trip is cursed.” Dakota snaps from beside us.
“Come on, optimism, we have this,” Cyn says.
“Oh, do we?” Dakota asks.
With a lingering grope of Vale’s hard cock, I wander off, grabbing up pine cones as we pass. Nathan, Rojer, and Kevin are huddled together, whispering. I don’t like it, especially the way they keep looking over their shoulders at her. A million options go through my mind. I could stab out their eyes. I could do it with a pine cone.
