Page 110 of Knot Your Fated M.U.S.E.

His groan vibrates against my mouth - I can sense his restraint, his willingness to let me set the pace despite his alpha instincts surely demanding control.

This consideration sets him apart from every other alpha I've encountered, marking him as uniquely different.

Breaking the kiss, I wish I could see his eyes, read the truth of his enjoyment there. But his body speaks volumes — the relaxed set of his shoulders so different from his earlier tension, and the unmistakable hardness pressing against me leaves little doubt about his desire.

"This is all new to me," I confess, stumbling over the words. "I haven't...I mean, I haven't done what Omegas are supposed to know instinctively." Pressing closer, seeking courage in his warmth, I continue. "I haven't done the 'deed.' I understand the mechanics…they made us study it in clinical detail. But I've never...I wasn't chosen. Not worthy of a pack. Too disgusting for an alpha."

A growl rips from his throat, dangerous and deep. But his arms tighten protectively around me as he snarls,

"Whoever spoke those lies can enjoy a bullet through their temple."

The intercom buzzes again, another voice demanding his location and status.

He grunts in irritation before carrying me to a desk in the corner, setting me down with extraordinary gentleness. After a quick kiss, he activates the intercom.

"I'm fine. Moving soon. Kieran, meet at the van with Dante." His voice carries authority even through the static.

“What about the Omegas?”

I don’t know how much he knows about the omegas that are in Ravenscroft’s captivity, but his response sends shivers down my spine.

"Found one. Our omega. Clear the path. Any lab coats or guards get a special bullet. Understood?"

Our…Omega?

Special bullet…

Though his eyes remain hidden behind silk, I feel the weight of his attention solely on me. The words feel like a vow, a promise of protection and vengeance combined.

"Understood," Kieran replies. "We'll eliminate every single one."

Atlas's smirk carries deadly promise as he releases the intercom button, his focus returning completely to me.

That simple phrase -"our omega"- echoes in my mind, carrying implications that make my heart race and my body burn with renewed desire.

His declaration of ownership should frighten me but instead, it feels like liberation - like finally finding where I belong.

"Your pack?" I ask softly, still marveling at how easily they've penetrated Ravenscroft's defenses. "They managed to infiltrate this place so...efficiently." I hesitate, unsure how to express my amazement at his composure despite what must be significant limitations.

His lips curve slightly as he explains.

"We're one of four subdivisions currently overtaking the facility. Parazodiac Nexus Ops. This isn't our first operation. We've liberated other laboratories, and freed other omegas from captivity."

The revelation stuns me into silence while his hand traces gentle patterns across my shoulders. His touch pauses at the fabric of my stolen shirt, fingers gripping the material lightly.

"This has to come off."

Confusion furrows my brow as I glance down at the shirt.

"Why?"

Instead of answering immediately, he takes a step back. My heart lurches, fear of rejection rising instantly.

"Did I do something wrong?"

The question dies in my throat as he strips off his tactical shirt, revealing a bulletproof vest over a black tank top that does nothing to conceal the powerful muscles of his arms.

Scars mark his skin like a roadmap of survival, interwoven with intricate tattoos that tell their own stories of pain and triumph.

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