Page 4 of The Omega Trials: Part Two

Dirt and dried blood streaks her face. It takes all of my rut-addled mind’s focus to not clasp it between my hands and kiss her until neither of us can breathe. But somewhere in the rational recesses of my mind, I know that’s not what she needs right now. By the way she’s hyperventilating and the wired look in her eyes, I know she needs to be uncuffed.

Bishop is still grappling with the man that grabbed her, and Titus is busy ripping every dead man’s mask off—I don’t know what or who he’s looking for, but it doesn’t matter right now.

I want to hold her. I want to hold her so goddamn tight.

She flinches when I lightly touch her hand, breath still harried and heavy. So instead of wrapping her in my arms, I focus on freeing her. Adrenaline makes my hand shake as I fit the small key into the lock of the metal handcuffs.

As soon as the unlocked cuffs fall to the ground with a clink, she takes off sprinting.

I feel absolutely sucker punched as I watch, frozen, as her bare feet fly across the forest floor.

We saved her and she’s runningfromus?

“What the fuck?” Bishop says without any harshness, just disbelief.

Titus scoffs. “Fucking typical. Hope you weren’t expecting a thank you.” He rolls a corpse over with a kick of his foot like it’s a pebble on the ground.

“No,” is all I can manage to say.

No, this isn’t how it’s supposed to go.

No.

I run after her because doesn’t she know she’s mine?Doesn’t she know I’m hers?

I run because I can’t breathe without her, and I can’t let her go again.

And I run because every alpha instinct is fucking screaming at me tochase.

The thrill of the hunt gives me the strongest second wind. My entire body hums like a tightly strung bow in anticipation of catching her, pinning her, having her beneath me with my cock buried deep inside her.

I doubt she knows where she’s going. Does she even care? Surely she knows that I will chase her wherever she goes.

My blood pumps heavier when she looks back over her shoulder, wild wisps of hair fluttering across her face. Our eyes meet and my chest rumbles when I see the gold in hers. And I realize she’s not running to getawayfrom me. She’s running to getcaughtby me.

She loves the hunt as much as I do. She can’t help it; it’s her nature. And who am I to deny her what she needs?

An icy laugh spills from my lips and I call out, “Run all you want, Omega, but nothing and no one will be able to keep me from you again. And once I catch you, I’ll claim you to make sure of it.”

Her steps stutter, and she shouts back, “Fuck no!” A primal sort of anger ignites inside of me.

How dare she deny me what’s mine, what’sours.

Bishop catches up with me. “Are you gonna bite her?”

“I don’t need your permission,” I snarl. It’s true. I already have all the permission I need. I haven’t fucked her pussy out of respect for him, not because I can’t.

“She’s my mate!” He shoves me from the side.

I throw his hands off me. “Andouromega.”

As we stand off, she keeps putting more and more distance between us, making me antsy to a volatile extent. “Yeah, but not if she doesn’t want it.” He must have heard Sinclair’s response.

We’ve only been still for five seconds, but the rut feels like it’s rattling my bones with the need to chase after her. “It’s not up to her,” I growl.

He lunges, but Titus pulls him back. “He’s right. She’s ours. He needs to do this on his own, Bish.”

Bishop looks torn as his gaze jumps between Sinclair’s fleeting form and me. His jaw clenches and unclenches before he says, “You make sure she’s okay, alright? Bring our girl back whole.”

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