Vale
The dawn lets through its golden light, piercing the trees to leave rays of warmth. My breath puffs out in a white cloud. Bonnie is asleep in our tent, and last night, she was strangely quiet. Enough so that I started to really believe that she knows what we are here for.
I creep over to their tent. Standing right beside it. All I would need to do is press my blade through the canvas, draw it down, and stab it into their throats. I could do it. It would be over, but then I’d have to get rid of more than just them, and I don’t want to do that.
Convincing the others not to come was a stroke of genius. Cyn had really come through with that suggestion.
“Vale?”
I pocket the knife and turn towards Bonnie with a warm smile. I think outside of the pack, she’s the only one I smile at with any fondness.
“Morning,” I say huskily and walk towards her.
She doesn’t back off, but her eyes flicker down to the hand that was holding the knife.
“Afraid I’m going to stab you?” I tease, reaching out and brushing my fingers through her hair.
“Not at all.”
Bonnie is made for the dawn. Her hair is deliciously messy; the gold warms her tanned skin, and when it hits her eyes, it turns that green luminous. I can imagine exactly how she’d look if she rolled out of my bed on a dawn like this.
Satisfied.
Destroyed.
I inhale her scent, which has gotten noticeably stronger. The urge to moan and step into her, pressing her to submit to me is like a throbbing wound, but I fight it back. I can’t see this omega submitting without a fight, and if I’m going to fight with her, anyone who even dares interfere will find themselves on the sharp end of my knife.
“You are beautiful.”
Her eyes widen, and she sways towards me before abruptly taking a step back, right into Dakota.
She snarls and throws back an elbow, but he’s ready for her and spins her around, catching her arms and crossing them over her chest so she can’t move.
“Morning, darlin’,” he murmurs and kisses her head.
She lets out a hiss. Dakota lets her go and starts pulling down the tent, ignoring everyone who is starting to rise.
Bonnie casts one wild look at me and then races off into the forest.
I keep an eye on the direction she went, and then when everyone else is up, I keep track of them, too, especially those alphas.
Once the camp is packed up, and the fire is out, Bonnie looks up and around, checking the weather.
I look up, wondering what she’s seeing that I can’t.
“The weather is going to change. We might have some bad days,” she murmurs to herself.
The sky is clear and of the brightest blue. I don’t know where she’s getting that from, but I trust her.
I trust her.
That thought floors me. I don’t trust anything, with good reason, but I’d put my life in this omega’s hands, and I would trust her to take care of me. How strange.
“You look like someone pissed on your mashed potatoes.”
I snarl at Rory, who just smiles wickedly and flashes me a pair of lace underwear he’s got wrapped in his fist.
My mind stutters, stalls. I want them so bad. Just one sniff.
