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“Come on, baby,” I whispered. I buried my face in her neck and kissed her scent glands, growling. “Come for me. I want to feel your pleasure before I make you drip with my cum all the way back to Finn and Marshall.”

I wasn’t sure if it was the growl or the visual—that I was absolutely going to fulfill—but her entire body stiffened underneath me, and I leaned up to press our lips together just in time to swallow her needy, desperate whimpers as she fell over the edge.

Her pussy clamped around me, and I kept working her clit as I slammed home, following her to orgasm and filling her with my cum.

Her lips were soft against mine as she kissed me, and I swallowed down every needy whimper as I finally pulled myfingers from her clit and bit down on her lower lip before pulling away.

Her eyes were glazed over, and her cheeks flushed. Her scent was warm with arousal and pleasure, and god, there would be no question of what we’d done while we were up here.

We would have to be very careful as we left the house. Like she said—little eyes and ears. I wouldn’t want to do something to traumatize her little sister before we left.

“You good, baby?” I finally asked, my voice rough with pleasure. I pulled out, watching in satisfaction as my cum started to drip out of her immediately, and she squirmed a little before nodding.

“Just fine. Though I wasn’t expecting such a fucking mess,” she mumbled, peeking up at me with the snarky comment.

I couldn’t help myself—I laughed and leaned down to press one more kiss to her lips.

“Expect a mess next time, then,” I said. I grinned at her and then winked before pushing myself up to stand. I glanced around, then reached down to take her hand and pull her up. “Come on. Let’s hurry and get back to the others. Don’t want to be gone for too long.”

11

Elisabed

After visiting my family yesterday, August and I regrouped with the others and continued on our way, camping for the night in a forest. We’d spent the day traveling and were approaching a human town, where the alphas said there was an inn to sleep at for the night.

Unease crept into my chest as we approached the quiet village. Human territory was dangerous for us, and despite only living a day’s journey from the town, Carlisle pack members always gave it a wide berth.

I had only seen humans up close once in my life, and now, stepping into their world, the risks seemed somehow higher. Werewolves and humans didn’t mingle freely, not anymore. Most humans thought our kind were just myths—stories spun to keep children from wandering too far into the woods. But for those who suspected the truth, the fear was real. Packs whodared to stray too close to human territory risked being hunted, and their heads mounted on walls as proof of the monsters lurking in the dark.

As much as the council kept packs safe from each other, it also helped us stay safe from the humans who wanted us dead. They may not regulate how pack alphas controlled their packs, but they made sure there were consequences for those who messed with humans and brought their wrath to our kind.

If only they could give that same energy to the alphas selling omegas to sadistic humans…

The tension between the alphas was almost palpable as we walked closer to the inn. August led the way, his eyes sharp as he scanned the road ahead, while Marshall remained quiet, his expression dark. A restless energy had replaced Finn’s usual smirk, his fingers tapping idly against his thigh.

“Why stay here?” I asked, watching the alphas exchange cautious glances. “Why not camp again?”

Marshall answered without looking at me. “Because this is human land. If they find us camping, it’ll look even more suspicious. Better to stay where we’re visible.”

His answers were always succinct and well thought out, but that didn’t stop me from questioning him.

“And if they figure out what we are?”

“They won’t,” August said, his tone calm but resolute. “Not if we’re careful. Humans don’t expect to see wolves in places like this. As long as we blend in, there won’t be trouble.”

“Blend in,” Finn scoffed, shaking his head. “Sure. Until one of them decides they don’t like how we smell and gets a mob together.”

“Then keep your mouth shut and don’t draw attention,” Marshall snapped, his patience fraying.

Finn rolled his eyes but said nothing more, and we lapsed into silence again.

Over the past week, the uneasy truce between us had become more than just bearable. It was almost peaceful. My last visit to my childhood house had softened some of the tension, and while I still didn’t trust them completely, I no longer avoided them. My wolf was happier and more active than ever. Even Finn’s sharp tongue and teasing remarks had become slightly warmer towards me.

Still, this stop in human territory felt like an unnecessary risk, and my nerves prickled with every step closer to the inn.

The innkeeper gave us a once-over as we stepped inside, his sharp eyes lingering on each of us in turn. I could see the gears turning in his head, the quiet assessment of whether we were travelers or trouble.

“Two rooms,” Marshall said, sliding a handful of coins onto the counter.

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