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Except…Fuck.

He blinked at the location where he’d originally run into the Alphas. There was no one there. He’d been certain they would return if not there, close to it. Yet none of them heard any sound that would give their location away.

“Spread out,” Westland ordered softly, yet resolutely. Within seconds, he had two Omegas paired with an Alpha as they searched each direction. But none of them found any sign of those they’d hoped to catch.

When they’d regrouped, Oxley growled at him. “Are you positive this is where you encountered them?”

He pointed to the small, yet still overgrown bushes he’d hidden behind. “Yes. That was where I hid the first time I’d heard them. I can’t be certain how I stayed out of sight after that, but I’m positive they didn’t know I was there when they passed me by.”

Right?

Yeah. He was positive. The problem was as he followed them, Renzo wasn’t certain he was as stealthy as he needed to be. Which left Sanctuary where?

From what he’d witnessed, there had only been three Alphas. No matter how many weapons they might have had, there was no fucking way those three could invade and capture Sanctuary, which held over a hundred and forty Omegas and five Alphas. Right?

Fuck if he knew.

None of that was his field of expertise. Renzo was a healer, not a fighter. That said, he was also prepared to do whatever it took to defend his Omega.

Stomping back to Sanctuary, he grew more frustrated with every step. The thing was, if Coleson knew he was ready to take on the world to keep him safe, his Omega would fight him tooth and nail that it wasn’t Renzo’s right. And it wasn’t.

Except…

Nothing and no one, not even Coleson, would stop him from doing exactly that. Did that make him a bad Alpha? What if his Omega had done the right thing by letting him walk away?

“Stop,” Weston told him as they headed back into town. “I mean, I get it. Love isn’t easy.” Then he shrugged as if he wasn’t actually certain of his words.

“He’s right,” Oxley admitted. “Each moment…” But he cut himself off with a headshake. “No, each fucking word is like a bomb. One we do not know will go off or not.”

Actually, that described things perfectly even before he’d come back. Yes, Coleson had seemed to welcome him back into the fold, but he had no idea if that was real or not. And what if it wasn’t?

Yeah, that wasn’t something Renzo wanted to even think about. Especially when he’d completely failed at doing the one thing he had been born to do. Protect his Omega.

CHAPTER 17

Fear invaded their lives when Renzo and the others had come back without finding the Alphas who intended to capture them. No. Not just capture, but put them through hell before selling them off to the highest bidder.

It was the last thing Coleson wanted. That said, they had no idea when or even if it would ever happen.

“Stop,” he exclaimed when his Alpha looked ready to kill. But Renzo just couldn’t seem to let it go.

Refusing to allow his Alpha to drive the wedge already between them because of this any deeper, he pressed his already hard dick against Renzo’s thigh. “I get you’re frustrated, but so am I.”

Those golden brown eyes lit up with lust. “Are you, my Omega?” Renzo asked even as his hands skimmed down his body until they’d cupped his ass and lifted him just enough to bring them flush together.

“Yes,” he hissed out when their groins pressed together. “Make me yours.” That he was begging didn’t even bother Coleson. Hell, at that point, he would do just about anything to get Renzo inside of him.

It had been two days since his Alpha had returned with the news that they had come back empty-handed. Two days of longing for Renzo’s touch, yet his Alpha had been too angry to do anything about it. But Coleson was done waiting. It was time to be claimed by the one person who had broken down all his walls.

Pressing their lips together in a searing kiss, Coleson felt like he was finally home, where he belonged. Threading his fingers through Renzo’s hair, he held on tight as their tongues danced together, leaving him breathless but not caring because really, how important was air compared to being kissed by Renzo?

He hadn’t even realized Renzo carried him until his back was pressed against the wall while deft fingers were pulling his shirt up over his head. Suddenly desperate to feel skin against skin, his own hands went to the front of Renzo’s shirt and worked to free each of those damn buttons.

He practically shouted with joy when they were all freed and he could push the shirt from those broad shoulders. Now he just needed to get his pants off and there would be nothing but skin on skin. As much as he wanted to feel that hard dick against his once again, Coleson was loath to drop his legs from around Renzo’s waist. Still, if he hoped to have his Alpha’s cock in his ass, he was going to have to.

Dropping his legs, his hands quickly went to work on the button and zipper of Renzo’s pants. How his Alpha got Coleson’s undone even faster, he had no clue, nor did he really care. All he gave a damn about was the hard heat that was sliding against his own length.

Groaning, his head fell back against the wall while Renzo’s lips trailed along his jaw and down his neck. Sure fingers moved from stroking his cock to his crack until they found his needy hole.

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