Ryker goes completely still, his body tensing against mine. “What?” he says, the word sharp with disbelief. “I thought he was a sleazy playboy.”
“It’s true,” I say, my voice stronger now. “He was going to sell me, which was why I was wearing that wedding dress to be presented to potential buyers. And...” I swallow hard, forcing the words past the lump in my throat. “And he has my mom. She’s been working for him for years. She’s trapped there, and she helped me escape.”
Ryker’s face goes completely blank, his eyes flat and dangerous. Behind me, Marcus goes still, his cock no longer pulsing inside me as the mood shifts from pleasure to something darker.
“Your mother?” Ryker finally says, his voice carefully controlled. “Keith has your mother?”
I nod, tears burning at the corners of my eyes. “He took her when I was six. She left to protect me. She’s been with him ever since, helping him with his...business.”
Ryker’s jaw clenches, a muscle jumping in his cheek. “I had no idea,” he says, the words clipped. “I swear to you, Anya, I had no idea he was involved in anything like this. I thought he was just... I don’t know, running high-end escorts or something. Not this.”
“Swear you didn’t know what Keith was doing.”
“I swear,” Ryker says without hesitation, his eyes locked on mine. “On my life, on my pack, on everything I hold dear. I had no idea Keith was involved in something this dark. If Ihad known, I never would have done business with him. Never.”
The conviction in his voice is absolute. I nod, relief washing through me.
“We need to get my mom out. We need to rescue her before Keith realizes she helped me escape. He’ll punish her, or worse.”
Marcus presses a kiss to the back of my neck, his voice a deep rumble. “We’ll handle it, baby. We’ll get your mother back.”
“She sacrificed everything for me. She left when I was little to protect me from Keith. She’s been his prisoner all these years, getting omegas ready for sale. She helped me escape, but she stayed behind so I could get away.”
Ryker’s eyes flash with pure alpha fury.
His knot pulses again, sending another warm spurt of cum into me, almost like his body is reinforcing his claim while he makes this promise.
“We’re getting her out,” he says, voice dropping into something dark and deadly. “I don’t care what it takes. I don’t care how many wolves I have to tear apart. Keith is a dead man walking. I will rip his throat out myself and bring your mother home to you. That’s a vow, Anya. As long as I’m breathing, your mother will be safe with us. She’s pack now.”
The intensity in his voice sends a shiver down my spine. This isn’t the charming resort owner talking. This is the alpha leader who would burn the world down for his mate.
Marcus growls in agreement behind me, his hand sliding around to rest possessively over my lower belly. “We’ll bring her home. And then we’ll make sure no one ever threatens our family again.”
Tears slip down my cheeks.
Not from fear this time, but from overwhelming relief and emotion. I’m still knotted between them, full of their cum,claimed in every possible way, and for the first time since I arrived on this island, I feel truly safe.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
Ryker kisses me again, slow and deep, pouring every bit of his promise into it. Marcus kisses the claiming mark on my shoulder, his knot still locked tight in my ass like he never plans on letting go.
Twenty-Eight
ALARIC
The nest is dark except for the low glow of the fireplace. Lorenzo, Marcus, and Ryker are sprawled out across the massive circular cushion, dead asleep after hours of breeding our omega. Rex is outside on guard duty, patrolling the grounds to make sure that piece of shit Keith doesn’t come sniffing around.
I volunteered for the late shift just so I could have time with her.
Anya is lying on her belly, face turned to the side, curly blond hair spilling across the pillow. Her little pink hair-tie is still holding her ponytail, sparkling faintly in the firelight. She’s wearing nothing but a thin white nightgown that’s ridden all the way up to her waist. Her legs are slightly parted, and even in her sleep, she’s moaning softly, hips twitching.
My cock is rock-hard in my fist.
I stroke it slowly, squeezing the thick shaft as I watch her. Pre-cum leaks over my knuckles with every pass. There’s something darkly satisfying about standing over her like this. My innocent little omega writhing in her sleep, body burning withheat, is completely unaware that I’m jerking my cock while I stare at her dripping cunt.
She’s mine.
I can’t wait any longer.
