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Terrance.

I saw my old alpha standing in the wintery field outside this house. He snarled, claws extending from his fingertips. I could sense his outrage, his fury. He jabbed a finger toward me like I was there in the field with him, and at once, a blistering cold wracked my body.

The tilt of this world inside my head made my guts twist, and a terrible throb started behind my eyes.

A flicker of black, and then the vision changed. Terrance still stood in the middle of a white expanse, but now, it was littered with bright red crimson, the bodies of dead wolves scattered around him.

Corpses turned their milk-white eyes toward me, screaming through breathless lungs.

“You. You did this. He’s killed us all because of you.”

My attention switched between the angry male wolf I’d seen near Jet to the body of the female MacKenzie. She screamed and cried, her intestines suddenly in Terrance’s mouth as he flickered between human and wolf form.

It dropped away, and I was suddenly back on the floor in Jet’s bathroom. The world was silent around me. My breath shuddered in and out in ragged gasps.

“What the hell?”

Pungent fear crawled up the back of my throat, and nausea bloomed from my stomach. Struggling to stand up, my entire body shaking, I met my stare in the mirror again. Nothing had changed. I was all right. Jet was still sleeping soundly in the bed.

Smoothing my hand over my lower belly, I could still feel the increased warmth radiating through me, the subtle shift.

“You’re okay,” I mumbled.

For a moment, however, I couldn’t move. I was frozen there, standing just in front of the shower. But then I nodded my head. It was just a panic attack, a remnant of fear because of Terrance’s influence. I’d switched clans, after all, and that likely came with some metaphysical consequences.

Shaking myself, I refocused on the shower. I just needed to get cleaned up and eat again. Everything was going to be fine. I was with Jet, fully claimed, and we were going to have to talk to his pack about that. That’s what I should be focusing on.

I reached inside the shower and turned on the water, heat steadily filling the bathroom as it rushed out. The noise and the smell of fresh water were comforting, and I stepped inside the large glass chamber and under the spray.

The heat felt incredible on my sore muscles, and I leaned my head back to let the water rush down over me. Closing my eyes allowed a trickle of those haunting images to claim me. As I startled out of the water, my hand going to the wall, I heard footsteps coming from the other room.

“You left the bed without waking me, little Omega.”

Jet’s velvety voice grounded me to where I stood, and I chuckled. Stepping closer to the shower door, I called out to him.

“I wanted to get a little cleaned up. You were sleeping so deeply. I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“You could never disturb me, Senna.” He was right on the other side of the glass, and I wondered what he might do. “Would you like a hand? I’d be more than happy to help you get your back?”

Laughing again, I pushed the door open. Damn, the sight of my alpha nearly knocked me on my ass. His chiseled chest and stomach muscles, the proud length straining up and forward from his hips—my core burned at just the sight, my pussy clamping down.

“Gods, Senna. I’ll never get enough of looking at you.”

I smiled, my eyes going to the floor as heat warmed my cheeks. Jet’s hand came to my chin, pulling me back up to look at him. The rush of desire and adoration that traveled through our bond was intoxicating, my head spinning at the strength of it.

He stepped inside with me, and in moments, I was up against the far wall of the overly large shower, his lips crashing into mine. In theory, he could have been more subtle or dragged out the tension, but damn, was I thrilled that Jet did no such thing.

I moaned low against his lips, and that delicious purr rumbled out of his chest, immediately soothing and exciting me in equal parts. Jet scooped me up with both hands, holding me aloft before I wrapped my legs around his waist.

Our kisses tangled us together, and Jet’s cock nudged at my entrance. I hissed slightly, a tiny bit sore, but it quickly disappeared as he slowly slid deep inside me. I arched against him, my head falling back as Jet started up a powerful and pointed rhythm.

“That’s my sweet Omega. Gods, Senna, you feel like heaven.”

I smiled through my breathy whimpers, taking his thick length so deep again. It was perfection.

“Oh, yes, Jet. That’s incredible.”

He nibbled at my neck as he thrust in and out, the spray of the shower only misting over us from where we stood. Our bond flared brighter with each swirl of Jet’s hips, crescendoing until all I could sense or comprehend was the feeling of his claim over me.

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