Page 44 of Claimed By the Alpha Wolves

“Really?” I know packs are more careful with their omegas, but they still have the ability to travel.

She nibbles her full lip. “I mostly spend my time at my cabin and go into town when I need to.”

“That doesn’t sound very exciting.”

“It’s not.” She gives me a funny look. “But in my experience, excitement just means trouble.”

“Then you haven’t experienced the right kind of excitement.” I shift my hands on her waist. “I’d be glad to be your teacher.”

She laughs. “Oh, I bet.”

We arrive under the weeping willow and Faye seems far too eager to get off the horse. I just wish she wanted to get off withme. I jump off, then take her waist and slowly lower her down, pulling her against me.

“Don’t we need to look for the clue?” she asks, sounding breathless.

“In a minute,” I whisper, then slide my lips down her throat.

She leaps out of my grip, then hurries to the bench. “The next clue must be under here somewhere.”

I shift my cock, trying to make the bastard less noticeable, then stop in my tracks as she leans down on the bench and starts searching for a note, her perfect ass high in the air.

“Found it,” she says, snagging the note and standing up, a smile on her face.

And, man, I feel like I’d do anything to make her smile. “What does it say?”

“Soar on me to fly high in the air.” Her brows wrinkle, and she takes a minute before she’s smiling again. “The swing set under the big pine tree!”

“Let’s give it a shot,” I say.

I help her back up on the horse, then slide on behind her.Man, I hope there are a thousand more clues. I could ride pressed up against Faye all day.

“What’s your favorite color?” I ask as I steer the horse towards the swing.

She looks at me, like she’s trying to figure me out. “Why do you care?”

“Isn’t it clear I’m trying to get to know you?”

She trains her gaze straight ahead. “If I haven’t made it clear, I’m not looking for an alpha. I’m just trying to get through these games and get home, alone.”

I laugh.

But she doesn’t.

I frown. “Faye, I know you said it before, but I didn’t think you were serious. Youhaveto be looking for an alpha. You’re going to go into heat soon, and you’re going to be begging any man to put his dick in you. Men will abuse that. You’re going to want to find the right alpha to mate you.”

Her cheeks heat at my words. “I live far enough from any other wolves that when I go into heat, I’ll just… take care of it myself.”

This time, I chuckle. “You have to know that that won’t satisfy you enough. You’re going to end up crawling on your hands and knees to the closest alpha and begging him to put you out of your misery.”

I can see it in her face. She never considered just how bad she’ll do without an alpha, but she seems to be trying her hardest to stick to her guns. The thing is, if that’s her plan, that’s insane. If she doesn’t find an alpha here, in all likelihood the alpha of her pack will assign a male to take care of her needs when she goes into heat, with protection, and then they’ll send her to the games next year to find her match all over again.

“I know this might be hard, but you’re not getting out of this. An omega needs an alpha. She needs a loving partner to help her through going into heat,” I tell her. “So, you may as well accept it and choose an alpha.”

“Choose you?” she asks, lifting a brow in disbelief.

My gut clenches. “No, I’m not going home with an omega. I’m the kind of guy who is good for a few nights of fun and not much else.”

“I believe that,” she says, without missing a beat.

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