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She uncurled from the tense position she had been in and rose to her knees, gazing at him with a look of such complete desire. Between her legs was a mess of fluids, but he could scent the fresh slick dripping from her, calling to him, telling him he needed to take her immediately.

He stalked toward her and grabbed her neck, rumbling with satisfaction when she immediately went limp.

“Alpha,” she whispered, staring up at him in awe.

Growling, he breathed her scent in again as he rubbed her neck. Everything in his body roared to claim her, and he couldn’t ignore that she was ripe and ready for him. He pushed her down onto the bed on her front, and she eagerly pushed her ass into the air, rocking on her knees, waiting for him.

Kardos yanked her hips back and tickled her clit with his fingers, then brought that delicious wetness to his mouth. The taste of her descended him deeper into the angry, aroused rut he had already submitted to. Lining himself up, he prepared to provide for his Omega.

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Hours passed as Kardos took Shaya the way they both wanted and needed. This was unlike any experience he’d had with her before, and it was simply divine. Her eyes were beautifully golden; her scent had developed to such an extreme, he could barely think, and he certainly couldn’t resist it. He fucked her thoroughly and completely, pinning her in place and slamming into her soaking pussy the way she begged him to. She never tired, and he moved her into multiple positions, gripped her roughly, and fucked her until she came all over him repeatedly. When he knotted her, he couldn’t help but bury his fingers through her beautiful hair, purr for her as she snuggled into him, kiss and caress her smooth, gorgeous, hazel skin, and comfort her the way her Alpha was supposed to. Any moment his hands weren’t on her, she whined and called for him, feeding into his need to sate her every desire.

He mated her all over the room, finding little areas on the floor between the debris as well as beside, underneath, and on the bed and against the walls and windows. When the skies turned dark, Kardos untangled himself from his sleeping mate to search for water for her. Thankfully, a jug of water and a tray of small meat pies and pastries had been placed just inside the door of the room, and he didn’t question it—simply returning to his Omega with it and gently shaking her awake so he could feed her from his fingers and make her sip the water she needed.

Kardos didn’t know how long they were in the bedroom for, but it didn’t matter. He had never known such contentment.

He found himself unable to wake Shaya in any other way than his tongue licking that fragrant little slit; her slick all over his face, her incredible aroma filling his nose, her sleepy sighs and moans rising to a melodious crescendo that had her stroking his head and making his cock jerk and drip in torturous anticipation. He found himself unable to look at her golden eyes without burying himself inside her, deeply and thoroughly. He discovered a deep satisfaction in bathing her, feeding her, and kissing her until she was breathless and smiling. He radiated with pride when her expression brightened in delight at the sound of his voice, or when she ran her palm over his chest in wonder, or when she sighed so deeply against his chest as he purred for her. It reached the point that he would hum a melody for her, just to see her eyes light up, and her cheek press firmer against his chest.

At times Shaya was still so shy, avoiding his gaze when he told her how delicious she tasted or how perfect she was to have his children, but those shy smiles just made him desire her more, made him desperate to protect her and keep her close to him. He loved having her little body in his arms; he loved the way she desired him and looked at him with such awe; he loved looking after her every need and tucking her into his body where she belonged.

Everything felt right; this was how it was supposed to be. No other thought penetrated his mind.

But eventually, Shaya became restless in her sleep. She fidgeted as she lay against him, unable to settle unless he fixed her back against his chest and impaled her slowly, murmuring into her ear and playing with her nipples and clit until she took flight.

Too soon, the gold in her eyes began to fade, and she took notice of the state of the room. Although she said nothing, Kardos sensed her confusion and discontentment, and felt the slight echo of those feelings from the awareness on the edge of his mind.

And that reminded him what she had done.

The contented connection had been so pure, so united, it had expanded the feelings between them. But now it morphed into something else, something unsettling and unstable.

Kardos realized he was still fucking angry with her. He hadn’t reprimanded her at all; he had simplygone into a deep, all-consuming rut spurred on by her true Haze as well as her beauty and perfection, whichhe had never been able to resist. But now it was over, they both had to deal with the consequences of her actions.

When her Haze ended, he didn’t speak to her at all, though he couldn’t resist fucking her twice more before he even considered leaving the room.

He didn’t know who had been slipping the trays of water and food just inside the door and ensuring not to disturb them. He doubted it was his servants. They wouldn’t know the importance of privacy when an Alpha and his Omega were both in their breeding states. But as he exited the room, the answer became obvious.

Rozalia sat on a stool in the corridor on the opposite wall, a few feet down from the bedroom door.

Kardos shut the door behind him and approached her, so many questions on his tongue, but as she rose from the stool, he kept his mouth shut, his heart both hardening and dropping from the look in her eyes. One he never thought he’d see directed at him… disappointment.

“The high chief is here,” she said, her voice hard.

Kardos nodded. He was supposed to bring Shaya back to his temple within three hours—that must have been days ago. “Where?”

“In the other guest room on the next floor down.”

Kardos turned and headed down the corridor without saying another word. The high chief rarely visited the other islands and avoided doing so because he had to remain separate from inter-island issues and disputes. It also wouldn’t have been appropriate for him to regularly visit the tribe or island he had once ruled, but he was here for a reason.

The guest room door was open, and Kardos braced himself as he stepped into the room.

The high chief stood staring out of the window, his large frame adorned in layers of materials and furs that made him look like a massive block of a man. By his stance, Kardos knew what was coming.

“My chief,” he muttered as he bowed low. “I am honored you have visited Nyek. It is a pleasure to host you once again—”

The high chief spun around to face him, his face hard and his eyes blazing. “Cut the shit, Kardos,” he hissed. “Do you know what you have done?”

Kardos stiffened, his anger and defensiveness rising immediately. Hisfather had never spoken to him with that tone before, but based on the current circumstances and his actions, the high chief had every right, so Kardos remained silent.

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