Page 29 of Owned By Four Alphas

An almighty cracking echoed from above her, and shards of marble began to fall, striking the ground and splitting the stones. The males scrambled for cover. All she could do was fold in on herself, desperate, blind, and screaming.

She had failed. She was failing. She couldn’t control it, any of it. Elian was right to be disappointed, the nobles were right to be scared. She was scared, terrified, even. Her magic whipped and lashed against her, fighting her every attempt to wrestle it into submission.

More stone fell, larger chunks this time. She looked up just to see a huge piece dislodge directly above her. She threw her arms over her head, bracing for the pain—

It never came.

Kaelan. Kaelen was there, curved blade slicing in a clean arc through the air as he shattered the falling stone. He threw himself over her, covering her body with his own, grunting as rock fell into him.

“Omega,” he roared, every ounce of his power ringing clear in his voice, “Omega, you have to control it!”

She sobbed with the effort, and he flipped her onto her back, his teeth finding her neck. Instantly, every muscle in her body went slack, her arms falling to the ground as he snarled and pressed his body into hers. Her magic thrashed, but Kaelen’s will was indomitable, and his own magic unleashed itself around them. It curled around her, possessive and commanding, and her body could do nothing but give itself over to him entirely.

As the rock stopped falling, as his magic overtook hers, he glanced up at the quivering Fae males. “Leave,” he growled, his voice promising death should they disobey.

They did not disobey. As they fled from Selena, Kaelen swept her up in his arms, his teeth returning to the soft skin of her neck.

“Alpha,” she gasped, her omega taking over.

He wasted no time at all taking her back to their chambers.

Chapter 12 - Kaelen

Kaelen was aware he had lost himself to his alpha. He couldn’t bring himself to care. The image of his mate, of hisomega, scared and trembling beneath falling rocks had been enough to tip him over the edge after a day already fraught with petty power plays and swaggering egos.

So as he threw her on the bed, careful to ensure she landed safely amongst a pile of cushions, he let his alpha take control.

“Why do youconstantly insiston trying my patience, Omega?” he snarled, climbing on top of her and burying his teeth back into her neck, subduing her writhing form.

“I-I-I didn’t do anything!” she wailed, her hands grasping his shoulders. He growled and pulled back, capturing her quivering wrists and pinning them above her before returning to his assault on her neck.

“You put yourself in harm’s way. Those fucking males had drawn weapons on you. I should have ripped them apart for even daring to look at you.”

“I-it wasn’t my fault!” she begged, “I just lost co-control! Please, Alpha!”

He snarled again, capturing her lips in a punishing kiss. Her cheeks were wet with her tears, her luscious figure shuddering beneath him. Her magic still sparked and crackled, but his own had subdued it for now, blanketing her in his essence, marking her as his.

Her breaths came quicker now, her hips bucking slightly against him, drawing whimpers and moans from her pretty lips.

“Who do you belong to?” he growled.

“Y-you, Alpha!” she begged, utterly pliant beneath him.

He grabbed fistfuls of her clothes, wrenching them apart, tearing them straight down the middle so that her plump breasts spilled out to his hungry view. He attacked every inch of revealed flesh, sucking and biting, leaving a trail of marks over her creamy flesh.

“I keep telling you, Omega,” he rumbled, “I keep warning you that if you disobey me, there will be consequences.”

She keened as her nipples caught on the rough buckles of his leather doublet, little tongue darting out to wet her lips as her breaths came in sharp pants.

Rearing back suddenly, he flipped her over, relishing the small squeak that escaped her pretty mouth. With one hand, he pushed her shoulders forward into the soft bed, her hips instinctively bucking backwards against him. He snarled as the soft flesh brushed against his raging manhood, straining through his trousers.

“I think you need a reminder,” he said, his voice low and threatening, before delivering a short, sharp smack to the globe of her ass. She gasped and fell forward, quivering and shaking, a fresh wave of slick running down between her legs.

The scent nearly made him feral, and he had to physically restrain himself from burying his face into her hot, wet heat.

He smacked her again, grinning savagely at the large, red handprint imprinted on her skin. She moaned, her hips pushing back against him, “P-please, Alpha!”

“Please what?” he growled, grasping her luscious hips, preventing her from finding any friction against him.

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