Page 59 of Capturing Their Omega

I stand there, my heart pounding with excitement as I watch Ares, Jeremiah, and Eric leap into action, their bodies moving with a grace and power that takes my breath away.

They are strong, and my wolf is pleased. No, my wolf is ecstatic, watching her chosen mates fight for her. Their bodies are bloodied, their fur stained with the gore of their enemies.

And then, in a moment of sheer chaos, one of the panthers Eric had attacked and flipped behind him comes toward me. Its eyes are blazing with a crazed lust. My pheromones have driven it mad, and it charges at me with a feral intensity despite the deep gash in its side.

My mates notice, but they can’t stop him in time.

My wolf surges forward, teeth bared in a snarl. I lunge for its neck, my jaws closing around its throat with a satisfying crunch.

The wolf’s blood splatters across my white fur, warm and sticky, as I rip its neck open. The sound of its vertebrae snapping is like a crack of thunder, the taste of its blood a coppery tang that fills my mouth.

I feel a rush of fulfillment, a sense of pride and belonging, as I howl into the night. I have proven myself to my mates, and they have proven themselves to me.

The adrenaline begins to fade, and I feel so dizzy. The world around me is swirling and I stagger a bit. My body contorts, my paws turning back into fingers and my body changing until I am human again. Next thing I know, I'm falling to the ground and my body is aching, trembling like there’s something going very wrong.

I'm definitely going into heat.

Chapter Twenty

Eric

“Cassie!” I shift back quickly and check on her.

I run toward Cassie as she shifts back to human form and begins to fall to the ground. Ares and Jeremiah are also alarmed, but they’re busy finishing off the rest of our enemies, so I get to her first.

She’s unconscious, but apart from that, she seems perfectly fine. I heave a deep breath.

The metallic tang of coppery blood hangs in the air. Pieces of flesh and bones littered on the ground, making the sight a gory one. My brother and Ares are done cleaning up the trash now, and only the mess of the fight remains. They both shift back to their human forms.

A lot of things have been happening lately. Things that I never expected. One thing that tops that list, however, is the scene before me right now.

I can’t believe I just watched Cassie kill an assassin. She literally ripped out his throat.

It was brutal and animalistic.

This week has been a clusterfuck of emotions. I’ve barely been able to keep up with it all. Ares, the most powerful Alpha among us, shows up, claiming Cassie, being her perfect pair, and we agree to share Cassie with each other.

Now this?

My gaze falls on Jeremiah as he reaches for one of the dead assassin’s bodies with urgency. He fumbles in their pocket and pulls out an injectable blocker.

He immediately injects himself in the arm with it. I watch as relief courses over his face.

What the hell is going on?

Ares hovers nearby, his usually composed demeanor fraying at the edges.

The realization dawns on me.

“Is she..?” I trail off.

“Yes.” Ares nods in confirmation. “She is going into estrus.”

Shit!

My gaze falls on Cassie’s still body on the ground. Her eyes are closed, her skin flushed. Although I can’t smell pheromones, seeing Jeremiah’s and Ares’s reactions, I can tell Cassie’s pheromones are all over the place again.

It is a terrible time for this to happen. She’d nearly been murdered, and now her body is betraying her. From what she’s shared with us, I have a good idea of who sent these assassins—the gang of warlocks, wolves, and were-panthers.

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