Page 36 of Capturing Their Omega

“Why the fuck are you trying to stare a hole into me, Henry?” I snap, feeling a spark of irritation ignite within me.

Henry’s expression remains neutral, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Oh, I don’t know, Ares. Maybe I want to know why my best friend is getting wasted at noon with a pile of work sitting on his desk that is about to bury him alive.”

I raise an eyebrow, my eyes narrowing. “I wouldn’t call it wasted, Henry. You, of all people, know my alcohol tolerance is off the charts.”

Henry’s gaze is unflinching. “Semantics. You’re avoiding the issue.”

I lean back in my chair, my eyes locked onto his, my mind racing with the weight of my responsibilities. The silence between us grows thick, a palpable tension vibrating through the air.

I avert my gaze to the window beside me. The setting sun casts a golden glow through the windows, illuminating the dust motes that dance in the air.

My office, with its dark wood paneling and leatherbound books, is always a sanctuary, a refuge from chaos.

But lately, even the familiar comforts of my domain can’t ease the restlessness that has been growing inside me, along with a sense of discontent that threatens to consume me whole.

I take another sip of my whiskey, the liquid burning a path down my throat.

“Semantics,” I repeat, a wry smile twisting my lips, which curve upwards in a devilish grin. Only Henry has the courage to call me out on my own bullshit. I exhale sharply, rubbing my face roughly with my hands, feeling the stubble on my chin.

Fuck! I can’t stop thinking about her. The girl I met in the garden. I can still vividly remember all that transpired between us. Is this what it feels like when you meet your perfect bond but don’t get to keep her? I have never felt the primal urge to possess someone.

And it wasn’t just me—my wolf felt the same way. She had soft lips and curves that could drive any man crazy. Her scent was a heady mix of roses and sweet berries, and it still lingers in my nostrils, driving me wild, something that has never happened before. It took every ounce of my self-control not to fuck her that day. Actually, I probably would have if we weren’t interrupted.

Those cherry lips of hers were just begging to be claimed. Teasing me. I could still feel the soft lines that accentuated her firm stomach, the sharpness of her hip bones, the delicate texture of her thighs, and the way she desperately ground on my knee, leaving behind a trail of wet stains.

I’m very certain she was starting her heat. That explained how good she fucking smelled. I grind my teeth hard, her moans flashing through my mind. Fucking hell.

That was the sexiest shit I had ever done in my life. It was spontaneous, sudden, intense, andunlike me.

I remember the flush on her cheeks and the way she hid her face in the crook of my neck, avoiding any sort of eye contact. Was that the first time she had engaged in that sort of activity with a man?

Shit. A feeling of possessiveness spreads through me. The thought of me being the only man to have seen her in that way is very appealing and dangerous. Because I wouldn’t want to see her near anyone else.

I remember the gaze in her eyes when I grabbed her hair and forced her to look at me for a split second. Fear? Excitement? Anticipation? I couldn’t tell. She didn’t look at me long enough for me to figure it out.

I stand up abruptly and pace around my office, the dim light casting shadows on the walls. My eyes feel like they’re burning, my mind racing with thoughts of her. I can still feel her warmth, her soft skin, her timid mouth.

My cock stirs beneath my pants, images of me thrusting deep into her flashing through my mind like a pornographic slideshow.Focus, Ares!

My office suddenly seems to close in around me. The dark wood paneling, the leatherbound books, the scent of old paper and smoke—all of it seems too stuffy as I relive that moment in the garden.

I can still feel the sun's warmth on my skin, and hear the soft breeze rustling the leaves. The memory of her body, soft and yielding, is etched in my mind like a tattoo.

I try to shake off the feeling, but it’s no use. I’m trapped in this cycle of lust and desire, unable to escape. My possessiveness isa beast that’s clawing its way out of my chest, threatening to consume me whole.

I know I need to snap out of it, but I can’t help myself. I’m a slave to my own desires, a prisoner of my own making.

All I can do is ride it out and hope that I don’t lose myself completely.

My eyes narrow, my gaze focusing on the horizon. I can feel my wolf rising, my instincts taking over. I need to find her, to claim her, to make her mine. And I will, no matter what it takes.

She’s my Omega.That, I’m very sure of.

“Let’s go for a run,” Henry suggests, interrupting my train of thought.

“Why a run all of a sudden?”

Henry sighs deeply as he rises up to his full height. “Perhaps that would help ease the tension that’s currently rolling off your body.”

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