Page 11 of Sidone

“In the same way you’d gouge my eyes out if I looked at those women on the boat, I’d gouge out yours.”

“Huh?”

He points at the head in my lap. “Is this your ex-lover or something?”

“No.”

“Is he another Omega?”

“He’s a Beta.”

“So why are you calling him yours?”

Eyes wide, I flip the light switch on in the car. The Omega is truly upset, but not for the reasons I believed. “Hold on.” I scan my surroundings. “Whose car is this?” I ask.

“No idea.”

“Whose house is that?” I point at the long one-story home with two entrances, one on either side of it.

“Mine.” The Omega runs a hand through his hair again, then fidgets in his seat, wiping sweat off his forehead.

“Why are we here?”

“Because I’m going home. You don’t need me, and I won’t put up with another man.”

“There is no other man. You’re the first male Omega I’ve come across in all my years.” Well, there’s that one Raven keeps, but he’s not for me.

“Then don’t call another man yours. It bothers me.” He curses. “Fuck. What is wrong with me?”

“There’s nothing wrong with you, Omega. You’re a healthy breeder, and I’m a possessive Alpha. When I stake a claim on something, it’s mine. The shooter was mine to kill. Besides him, I got another man to kill. You’re mine to fuck.”

Kade blinks. “Which comes first? The killing or the fucking?”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

He taps the wheel, gaze on his home.

My heart squeezes. “Don’t leave me,” I whisper.

He gets out of the car and walks away. I sit there, debating if I should go after him. Pride won’t let me. Pride will cost me a life, mine or that of someone I care for. Tayseer said this to me once, and I’ll never forget it. Still, I stay in the car.

The Omega returns with a trash bag and opens my door, then grabs the head by the hair.

I tighten my grip on the head. “I can’t let you take it from me.”

He closes his eyes, gritting his teeth. “Sidone, I will not share a ride with a man’s head. Let me put it in the bag.”

It’s mine!“Okay, Omega, okay.”

He deposits the head in the bag and places it in the trunk. I think about the bag the entire—uncomfortable—ride back to the hotel. We don’t speak at all, and Kade parks well away from the property. It’s the middle of the night, so nobody watches as he opens the trunk and gets the black trash bag with the head. I snatch it from his hand.

“Just let me do something for you!” he shouts and takes the bag from me, then starts marching up the street. I purr. He’s feisty and moody and wants to carry my kill. This makes me all warm inside.

Like a good little girl, I follow him, and he sneaks us up to the hotel room, then closes the door quietly and lifts the bag. “What do you want me to do with it?”

“We’re gonna hang it from the balcony.”

Kade stares.

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