Page 107 of Unhinged Omega

"Ha!" I cry triumphantly as the flames grow stronger, licking at the larger pieces of wood. "Take that, nature!"

I sit back on my heels, admiring my handiwork. It's not much, but it's a fire. Warmth and light in the gathering gloom of evening. I hold my hands out, savoring the heat against my chilled skin.

It takes me a moment to realize the Knight has moved way, way back from the fire, watching it like it's going to bite him. Is he afraid of it? Interesting. I'm having a hard time imagining him being afraid of anything at all

"It's okay," I say gently, feeling again like I'm trying to reason with a wild beast. I hold my palm out to the fire, letting it warm my hand without getting close enough for it to burn me. "See?"

The Knight inches closer, drawn by the flames. He reaches out with his human hand, and for a heart-stopping moment, I think he's going to plunge it into the fire. But he stops just short, palm hovering over the dancing flames like I just did.

As if sensing my concern, he turns those glowing blue eyes on me. They're just as intense and feral as ever, but they're fractionally softer than they were before.

He shifts, his massive frame blocking out what little remaining daylight filters through the trees. As he moves, his arm brushes against mine.

And just like that, everything changes.

Heat floods through me, sudden and overwhelming. But it's not from the fire. This heat comes from within, molten and insistent. My skin feels too tight, every nerve ending hypersensitive. The tattered remains of my robe rasp against my nipples, sending jolts of sensation straight to my core.

Ohshit.

This can't be happening.

But there's no denying it. My heat, held at bay by adrenaline and the bitter cold, comes roaring back with a vengeance.

I scramble backward, putting as much distance between myself and the Knight as the small shelter allows. My breath comes in short, sharp pants. I clench my thighs together, trying to ignore the slick warmth gathering there.

The Knight goes very, very still. Those glowing eyes fix on me with laser-like intensity as a low growl builds in his chest. Does he know what's happening? Can he sense the change in my scent?

Of course he can.

He's an alpha, no matter how twisted and changed.

And I'm an omega in heat.

Chapter

Twenty-Seven

KNIGHT

moonlight

so close now

her scent changes

sweeter

stronger

song shifts

no longer calling me to consume

to devour

to tear apart

but something else

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