Page 498 of Omega for the Pack

No matter how hard I tried to avoid having feelings for an alpha pack, it was naturally happening, and I was going to get my heart broken once I found a way out of this camp.

Eight

SERGIO

“Ahh, look at her,” said Claws. We were parked a distance from the farmhouse, and we could see the omega deftly unclipping clothes from a line outside of her house. It was obvious she was the omega from the small wolf claw mark on her shoulder. “Look at her long hair and delicate features. She almost makes my cock knot in my pants.”

“I’m sure she would appreciate it if you didn’t stare at her like she was a piece of meat,” I said, disgust rolling over me at the predatory way he gazed at Rebecca. I wondered how the fuck I was going to get out of kidnapping the poor girl who was unaware of two alphas sitting in her front yard.

“This omega will be mine very soon,” said Claws. “Her fathers are home and hanging around too much. Might not be the best time for a proper kidnapping.”

Thank fuck.

“So when is the best time?”

“We’ll stake out the area and wait for her fathers to leave,” said Claws. “Then it’ll be our chance.”

“And if they never leave?”

“Alphas never stay in the house for too long,” said Claws. “But if we need to- you can invite them to go hunting, so I can grab the omega.”

“Oh hell no,” I said, dreading the idea of distracting the fathers just so we could kidnap their daughter.

“It’s sunset now,” said Claws. “Let’s set up camp somewhere, and we’ll be back tomorrow morning.”

My stomach sank with dread about what the fuck I was going to do. I couldn’t refuse, or else Claws would suspect something was up with me. And I couldn’t ditch this operation, or I would never be able to get back to the camp.

I would never be able to see Olivia again.

I smiled at the memory of playing puzzles with that omega. Her untamed black hair made my cock wild for her. Her quick-witted responses made me want to hang out with her for hours. I couldn’t get enough of her and I never felt that before with anyone else.

And that fact alone scared me to death.

I had vowed never to take on an omega to take advantage of her and for my pack to satisfy their needs with her sexually. But my inner desire was to see her stretched in so many ways that it was impossible to think straight.

I stretched,yawning in the backseat of the car the next morning.

Claws was sleeping outside as per his preference, and I didn’t give a fuck as long as I was comfortable.

Or as comfortable as I could make it.

My right shoulder ached from the cramped position I had to sleep in.

Getting out of the car was a struggle because of how fucking stiff my body was, but it was great to get the hell out of the car. I stretched my arms out towards the bright sky, taking in the sounds of the singing birds. Twisting my neck, I looked towards Claws’s makeshift tent in the middle of the trees, noticing that it was empty inside.

Looking towards the river, I saw that he was brushing his teeth and wearing a towel around his waist, giving me an enthusiastic wave. I also dipped my hands into the moving river, washing my face briskly. I needed to be alert and awake for whatever Claws was planning to do.

After we were done with our morning ablutions, I got back into the car with Claws, and he drove towards the farmhouse again, which was about five miles from our camp. During the drive, my mind raced with what to do as I clutched the handle of my pistol tucked at my side. A part of me contemplated just allowing it to happen because I’d break the omegas out of the camp anyway, but that wasn’t guaranteed. I wasn’t even certain if the Royal Pack was working with Henry or not. Because if they weren’t, they would have raided the place by now.

We reached the farmhouse, parking a distance away.

“Let’s walk the rest of the way and scope out the area,” said Claws, licking his lips. “Tonight, she will be mine.”

I didn’t reply to that; instead, I felt sick to my stomach as we snuck through the trees. We stopped upon seeing the farmhouse, and we were crouching behind shrubbery.

“Looks like no one’s home,” I said, relieved not to see the omega hanging around outside, ready for the taking.

“No, just wait and see,” said Claws, scratching his beard. “Just because her fathers aren’t home, doesn’t mean she isn’t there.”

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