Page 10 of Cursed Wolf

“Coming into heat means the smallest things can trigger you into a state of arousal. I should have known better than to strip in front of you.”

“Well, you are irresistible, even in clothes.” Her lopsided smile makes me adore her even more. She runs her fingertips across the lines of my tattoos and around my chest and biceps, her touch feather-soft.

Is it possible to be so infatuated with someone you’re not sure if you could breathe if you lost them? Or am I feeling something so much more for her?

“How do you know so much about Omegas while I know nothing? Have you been with Omegas in heat?”

She stares at me desperately, and my memories flash about the family I grew up with, who then gave me to Ragnar’s family in exchange for his sister. I shuffle through the past, only to be reminded of a family who never loved me but saw me as an instrument to further their hold over their territory.

“When I was younger, my father’s second wife went into heat, and it was chaos. At first, everyone could resist her, but her heat cycle stretched over several weeks, and no matter how much my father rutted her, her scent still drove the other Alphas in the house crazy. She couldn’t help the hunger she felt, and when my father found her sleeping with two of his guards, he lost his shit.” I don’t mention the part where rage consumed him, and he butchered all three right then and there.

Narah blinks at me. “So, I’m going to be constantly in lust… until what?”

“Normally, when an Omega goes into heat, her body is preparing itself for breeding.”

“Shit.” Her eyes bulge, and she makes a strangled, gasping sound. “But I’m not…”

“I don’t know how your heat works since it was brought on by my magic or if Lyra cast a faux heat. For now, all we can do is find her and get her to remove the spell.”

“I hope you’re right.” Her gaze catches mine, and there’s terror behind them. “My mother said half-wolves like me couldn’t go into heat because breeding… I’m not ready for that. Look how terribly I’ve done looking after my two sisters.” She’s breathing heavier, a stricken look in her eyes.

Dragging her into my arms, I kiss her brow as she quivers against me. “We’ll get this fixed. I promise you. Until then, you remain near one of us at all times.”

If I could remove her worry, I’d do it instantly.

A shadow falls over us. Crius is eating an apple, the crunching ripping me from my thoughts.

“I couldn’t help but overhear you. Now, what you’re saying is the sight of us naked will render you irresistible to our charm? Interesting.” His evil grin splits his mouth, and I roll my eyes, knowing exactly what he’s thinking.

“Keep it in your pants. This is about what Narah needs, not us triggering her,” I snarl, baring my teeth at him to back off.

“Says the guy who practically wagged his dong in her face.”

I give him my best deadpan, which he ignores.

He pulls out another apple from his pocket and hands it to Narah with a smile. “Something to freshen your mouth, gorgeous.” Then he looks at me with something dark behind his eyes. His posture changes, stiffening, shoulders squaring, and my gut clenches as if something bad has happened.

“We need to get going,” he instructs. “There’s movement at the end of the field with a larger group of zombies. We can evade them if we move now.”

The elation in my body fades, and in the blink of an eye, panic rises through me. I’m on my feet in seconds, lifting Narah with me. I rush to get changed, pack our wet clothes, and we’re on the move once more.

For the rest of the day, Narah’s all I can think about. My cock twitches each time I glance at her mouth, imagining it wrapped around my cock. I have no idea how I’ll make it through the night.

Omegas in heat affect Alphas with their pheromones. We turn into starved, horny bastards, and the longer we stay with her during this phase, the more we lose ourselves to our primal needs. Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem, but in our current situation and our focus on Narah, we could become sitting targets to anyone who wants to kill us.

We’ve gained a line of candidates wanting to fill that role.

4

STONE

“One more night and we’ll be with Narah,” Ragnar murmurs under his breath, looking at me, though I wonder if he’s saying it more for his own benefit than mine.

Narah has been a temptation for us from the moment we agreed to help her with her sisters. We all stare at her like hungry wolves, remaining in the shadows where Ragnar ordered us to stay until desire became too much.

We were supposed to treat her as off-limits, only a business venture—nothing more. Look how well that went. Each one of us has tripped over our own feet to make her ours, to put our dicks in her, including Ragnar.

Now, she’s joined our forces to take over the Savage Sector, and we’ve dedicated everything to keeping her safe. That’s why I’m close to bouncing in my skin to get the fuck out of this town and catch up with the others.

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