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“Let’s hope it works,” I say as the three of us crowd the fire line.

I can’t see Randi anymore—she’s too far into her nest. Her cries, however, are getting louder, and my heart aches at the sound.

Fennik looks at the two of us and counts off.

We step into the fire, but the blast doesn’t come. The fire licks the skin without burning. Everything gleams, the world a blinding show of endless ice.

“Now what?”I ask, taking in the magical boundary around us.

The wolves answer me with a sniff, their fangs already dropping. Their sense of smell is better than mine, and whatever they catch a whiff of makes them both wild. Gunnar grabs me as if I weigh nothing, chasing Fennik.

I get it the second her scent hits me. It’s the essence of passion and hunger. She smells needy, the scent laced with a frantic pain. My dick goes hard, and my fangs drop as the dripping honey and juice takes over all logical thought. She is the sweet floral of orange blossoms, citrus tartness, and mint's cool, icy tingle.

And she’s in heat.

Chapter 42

Fennik

My fangs drop as her omega scent hits me. It calls to me, leading me home. My alpha answers with a rumbling thunder deep in my chest.

Claim. Mine.

The thought is primal, instinctual. It blocks out everything but the need to go to her.

The icy tunnel ends, and I tumble into her perfume-saturated nest. The sight of my omega steals my breath. She’s there in a pile of furs and blankets. Her white hair has turned a deep crimson that’s almost purple. The blood-orange color isn’t what stops me short.

Randi is in the present position, her beautiful round ass in the air and her thighs glistening with slick. I suck in her scent and get a whiff of her pain-laced lust. My poor little dove has needed us.

She makes this little whine that shatters my wolf.

“Oh, my sweet girl.”

“Hurts. Alpha!” she whimpers, the words repeating like a mantra of need.

“We’re sorry it took so long. What a good girl you are for waiting.” I fill my voice with my alpha’s praise.

She’s been hurting all alone.

She looks over her shoulder, and those bright eyes are big and pleading. “Please,” she cries, her body trembling.

“I promise we’re here. No more waiting.” I rush to her, pulling her into my arms.

She’s a desperate tangle of limbs. Her mouth is on my neck as her hands fumble with the button on my pants. At her whine, I cup her jaw and hold her in place, forcing her eyes to me.

“Breathe, baby girl. Slow down. I’ve got you,” I reassure her, trying to curb my desperation.

The haze of rut sits like a tight weight at the back of my neck, her scent dragging me under. This isn’t how I wanted her heat to start, but I refuse to let her stay in any more pain.

“Alpha.” Her voice is hoarse, and the title is full of an omega’s command. It’s a tug that yanks on my wolf.

“Whatever you need, baby girl,” I promise.

Randi wiggles, dragging her wet center along my thigh. She’s so slick she’s dripping. Her omega scent is dense honey and sweet oranges topped with whipped mint. It’s so fucking delicious I want to howl.

I grit my teeth, barely pulling down my slacks and getting my cock free before she sits on my lap. Her thighs shake as she takes me with a hard press of her hips. She throws her head back, her eyes glazed and unfocused as she chants, begging for my knot. I get lost in her feverish bare skin sliding against my chest.

It’s necessary to lick my way down her throat and let my teeth graze her with the promise of my bite. I can’t get enough of her sweetness, sucking and licking my way to one rosy nipple. I flick my tongue around the tip before tugging it into my mouth. Her pussy squeezes, and she whines, her voice a sultry plea for my knot.

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