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And then, I thought that maybe this was where I was meant to end up all along—split open on my alpha's cock, begging shamelessly for more.

As if hearing my thoughts, Fendwyr began to move, setting a relentless pace that rocked me to my core. Each powerful thrust struck something deep within me, sending shockwaves of ecstasy radiating outward. I clung to him, nails scoring down his back, urging him harder, faster...

Our coupling turned frantic then, a desperate race towards completion. Sweat-slicked skin slapped against sweat-slicked skin, our mingled cries echoing off the bedroom walls. Pressure built steadily at the base of my spine, coiling tighter and tighter until I swore I would scream from the intensity.

"Perfect,"Fendwyr grunted, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot inside me dead-on."Come for me, Gustall. Now!"

I shattered without making much noise, vision whiting out as rapture crashed through me like the biggest wave that there had ever been. Then, I felt Fendwyr swell impossibly thicker before erupting, flooding my insides with his seed. We shuddered together, riding out the aftershocks.

Chapter 12

Fendwyr

I watched Gustall from across my office as he dozed on the leather couch, his golden hair falling across his face. The sight of him there, vulnerable and mine, stirred something possessive in my chest again. It was far from the first time I felt something like that.

Since the vision I had three nights ago, I'd kept him within arm's reach, unwilling to let him wander too far. The memory of his death in our past life—the feeling of losing him—had awakened something in me. And it was a feeling almost impossible to control.

The door opened, and Marcus slipped in silently, his eyes darting to Gustall before settling on me. Smart man—he knew better than to stare too long at my omega. Otherwise, he knew what would happen.

"Report," I commanded right away. I didn't have time to waste, considering the last revelations.

"The antiquities dealer made contact," Marcus said, keeping his voice low. "He's trying to authenticate something thatmatches your description. Silver necklace, ancient symbols that seem to shift and change."

I leaned forward. "Location?"

"That's where it gets complicated, boss." Marcus shifted. He wasn't feeling comfortable talking about our current topic. "He's been meeting with Rodriguez's people. Three meetings in the past two days, all at different locations."

Rodriguez. That complicated things, as much as I didn't want to admit it. The rival cartel leader had been pushing against my territory's boundaries for months now, testing my patience and my power. If he had the necklace...

A soft noise from the couch drew my attention. Gustall was stirring, his scent shifting as he woke. There was something different about it lately—sweeter, more enticing. I couldn't help but wonder why. It made my alpha instincts surge with an almost overwhelming need to protect and possess, as usual.

"Keep watching the dealer," I told Marcus. "I want to know everyone he talks to, everywhere he goes. And get me everything we have on Rodriguez's recent movements."

"Already done." Marcus placed a thick file on my desk. "He's been recruiting a lot. At least thirty new men in the past week, all armed. Word is he's preparing for something big. We are trying to find out what it is."

"Or maybe he's protecting something valuable," I mused, thinking of the necklace's power. In my vision, I'd known its importance right away —it wasn't just jewelry, but a key to unlocking something significant.

The door opened again, this time admitting Jake, one of my lieutenants, followed by an unfamiliar alpha. The stranger's gaze locked onto Gustall, who was now sitting up on the couch, and I felt my muscles tense. This didn't feel right.

"Boss," Jake started, "this is Chen from the Hong Kong syndicate. He's here about the weapons shipment, but—"

I cut him off with a low growl as Chen took a step toward the couch, his nostrils flaring as he caught Gustall's scent. "The weapons can wait."

Chen seemed to realize his mistake, but not quickly enough. I was already moving, positioning myself between him and my omega. The air grew thick with dominant pheromones as I stared him down. I was going to protect my omega no matter what.

"My apologies," Chen said in a flash, though his eyes kept drifting to Gustall. "I wasn't aware your... companion was spoken for. His scent is quite... unusual."

"Choose your next words carefully," I warned, letting my power flood the room. Behind me, I heard Gustall's sharp intake of breath. He still wasn't accustomed to how possessive I could be sometimes.

Chen backed away, finally showing proper submission. "The weapons deal. Shall we discuss it now?"

"Later." I dismissed him with a wave. "Jake will show you to the guest quarters. And Chen?" I lowered the tone of my voice. "If I catch you looking at my omega again, you won't leave those quarters alive."

He looked at me as if he wanted to say something but didn’t know what. Slowly, he moved toward the door. I noticed his hand was shaking. Good, I thought. I wanted him to feel that way. As long as he did, he understood that Gustall was mine.

And then the door closed, silence falling into the room.

After they left, I turned to find Gustall standing, his face flushed with either anger or arousal—possibly both. "I can handle myself, you know."

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