Page 29 of Ava: Part One

As expected, the stench of fear filled his nostrils as he stopped in front of them. If everybody was scared of him, why the fuck did they keep giving him these Omegas in the first place?

“Speak,” he growled.

They were startled, and one of them was visibly shaking.

“We’ve been assigned to you, sir,” one of them said.

“I know that,” he growled. “What are your names?”

It was Shadow making him so irritable, but there was nothing he could do about that. They would have no peace until Ava was out of this school.

“Samantha,” the one who had spoken first said.

“Julie,” the shaky one said.

“Read the rules and stay out of my way,” he told them as he walked past.

Derek was in the lounge when he walked past, and as expected, his Beta stood to follow.

“I told them which room to use, but they wouldn’t move until you got home,” Derek said. “I don’t know why you never pick. We always end up with the ones that don’t know what they’re doing.”

As he started up the stairs, he felt his face tighten, and his claws began to extend the more Shadow fought with him.

“Do you want them to make dinner?”

He heard Derek following him up the stairs and growled. Space. That was all he needed. He couldn’t control Shadow if he kept getting distracted. And as long as Ava’s scent was all over him, Shadow would win.

Her skin was so soft. He wanted to mould it, to lick it. He wanted Ava to wrap herself around him so he could press into her heat. He wanted everything. Day two, and he was already such a mess. She had to leave.

“Zeke?”

“Give me my space, Derek,” he growled.

His voice was deeper as he struggled with Shadow.

Thankfully, the footsteps behind him stopped. He didn’t stop moving until he was in his wet room and had removed all of his clothes. He would burn them the first chance he got, but he knew it wouldn’t help. Ava’s scent had already invaded his core.

As he stood under the shower spray, he clenched and unclenched his fists, uncaring that his claws were cutting into him.

‘She’s mine,’ Shadow growled.

“But she will never be mine,” he declared loudly.

He had not come this far to be derailed by that pig-headed human! It didn’t matter how soft she was or how good she smelled. Those were not the qualities he was looking for in his Luna. He had planned his revenge to the last detail, and this would topple it all.

‘But she is soft. She smells good. And she wants us.’

He groaned as Shadow’s words brought her scent back to his mind. She did want him. Even now, he could still imagine her dripping for him as he had pinned her against that door. It made him groan as he got lost in his head, and his wolf started to gloat over his victory.

“You fucking bastard,” he snarled. “It doesn’t matter who or what she is. It will never happen.”

But he still let his imagination run wild as he thought of what he wanted to do to her. Over and over again.

By the time he walked out of the shower, he was a little calmer. His palms had healed from where his claws cut him, and Shadow was a bit quieter in his head, content with the fantasies that had played out in his head. He grabbed a towel from the rack and started drying himself as he walked back into his room.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw Claire on his bed, dressed in her lingerie. He had completely forgotten she said she would come.

“Hi,” Claire smiled.

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