Page 150 of Omega for the Pack

LYRA

My heart pounded hard as my gaze locked with the beast before me. I’d never seen a werewolf that large in my life. I grew increasingly terrified, scared of what he would do.

In a split second, he lunged towards me, pinning me to the ground.

Slobber dripped from his fangs onto my chest. I quickly turned my face away, unable to look at the horror before me.

The Shadow Wolf howled, lifting his head to the roof of the cave. It sounded more like a war cry.

Something caught my eye on the wall. The word ‘Cursed’ was scrawled messily on the wall of the cave in red letters that looked like blood.

He didn’t look like any ordinary werewolf. From my guess, he was eight feet tall, with the body of a linebacker covered in hair.

“You wrote that?” I asked frantically.

The color in his eyes shifted for a moment from angry red to brown. He looked like he was taken aback by my question.

My hand trembled as I reached out to touch his gigantic paw lying next to my head. I swallowed, thinking about all the omegas he murdered in cold blood in this cave.

I could be next if I wasn’t careful.

In a split second, his eyes shifted to red again, and he lowered his head, ripping my jacket apart with his fangs.

I screamed, and he began huffing wildly as if excited by my discomfort. His slobber spilled all over my leggings, a wide, toothy grin on his face. I screamed again when he ripped my shirt open, exposing my bra. He was growling and roaring.

Getting more and more frenzied.

I had to gain control of myself.

Taking a deep breath, I stopped screaming and touched his face instead. He stilled as I tried to project a sense of calm into him. It was no different with horses. His huffing began to cease, and his eyes began changing to a calm brown color again.

“You didn’t become like this on your own,” I whispered. “You were a powerful sigma.”

His eyes gleamed with unshed tears. He lifted his head upward, and a long, sad howl emitted from him.

“Shh,” I said, seeing his bloody ankles wrapped in chains. "Do you want me to free you of these chains?"

I sat up when he moved off of me.

I started working on the chains, unwrapping the long link around his ankles. He stood still as I untangled him. The chains were rusty and old, covered in years of blood. Or maybe it was just rust. His rank odor nearly killed me as I worked underneath him.

Maybe if I unchained him, he would leave me alone. And I could actually survive this. I didn’t mind setting him on his own people. Because as soon as I unchained him, he would run.

After all, theydidtry to kill me.

Using a hairpin of mine, I was finally able to unlock his chains.

“Lyra! What the hell are you doing?”

I looked up, dropping the chains instantly upon seeing that it was Kodan. Luke was standing next to him, holding a small knife in his hand.

The Shadow Wolf crouched, dangerously free and ready to attack.

His eyes took on the fire-red color again, and he roared, charging toward Kodan and Luke. Everything happened in a split second as he knocked them both down on his way to freedom.

The Shadow Wolf sprinted off and away from the cave.

“Fuck,” said Luke, groaning and rubbing the back of his head. “He’s a strong bastard. And fast.”

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