Page 33 of Omega's Vengeance

He asks softly, “Why’d you warn me?”

“What do you mean?”

He shrugs. “You could have easily just disappeared into the woods and I’d have been none the wiser.”

I hold his curious gaze, unwilling to be honest. “I don’t know.”

He distractedly touches the bite mark on his throat. “Is it because of this?”

I blink at him but I don’t respond. There’s no way I’m showing him any vulnerability he could use against me.

“Is that why you couldn’t just leave me earlier?” He narrows his eyes. “It is, isn’t it?”

“You’re barking up the wrong tree,” I murmur.

“I don’t think I am.” He gives a humorless laugh. “Don’t become attached to me, Dario. It won’t be reciprocated.”

I curl my lip. “Your ego is huge as usual. I’m notattachedto you. My decision to stay while you worked on the bike was pure logic. I knew having the dirt bike would increase my odds of survival. That’s the only reason I didn’t leave you behind.”

“I hope that’s true.”

“It is.”

He once more touches the bite on his neck. “If I am pregnant, once I’ve gotten rid of it, you should pay for me to have plastic surgery to have your bite removed.”

I shrug. “That’s fine with me.”

His eyes flicker. “Is it?”

“Of course. Why would I want you to wear my bite?”

“Because alphas can be irrationally possessive. They fight over omegas they don’t even want because they don’t like sharing.”

“I won’t fight for or over you, Alessio. Bite or no bite, you mean Valentino harm, which makes you my mortal enemy.”

A muscle works in his cheek. “I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

“We definitely are.” I move past him toward the bike. His scent is intoxicating and his eyes so piercing, it makes it difficult to keep up the disinterested act. He must never discover that I do indeed feel territorial about him. I resent the idea he wants my bite removed, so that he can attract other alphas. I really don’t want to feel territorial about him, but the jealousy is there. “We should wait for dark to make our way to the gas station.”

“There’s no need. This dirt road curves up ahead and then runs parallel to the main road.” He climbs on the bike as he speaks. “It lets out about a half mile before the gas station.”

“Okay.” I get on the bike, slipping my arms around his waist. I rest my hands on his flat stomach, and the thought of him fat with child comes to me. My dick throbs at the image in my head. I grit my teeth, pushing away those foolish thoughts. If he’s pregnant, that child will never be born. After we get to the gas station, I’ll probably never have any dealings with Alessio again, unless he comes for Valentino.

And if he’s foolish enough to do that, bite or no bite, I’ll be forced to end his life.

Chapter Eight

Alessio

The feel of Dario’s muscular chest against my back, and his thighs pressed beneath mine, has me irritable and turned on. Having his arms around me and his large hands on my stomach makes me feel needy. Weak. I fucking hate it. I don’t understand it. I don’t actually give a fuck about Dario. Why would I? Because we had sex? Please, that means nothing in the long term.

Despite my discomfort with this unsettling attraction, I must admit something is going on with us. My attraction to him is most certainly not a conscious choice. It has to be pure instinct drawing me to him. I’ve never been an omega who was in touch with that part of myself, so craving an alpha feels unnatural. Despite that though, I accepted Dario’s knot and his bite last night.

I must have been out of my mind.

I wince remembering how weak and pathetic I was. He must think I’m a real pushover. Twice now I’ve let him fuck me. I don’t even like him, but I keep letting him inside my body. It makes no sense. Last night felt like a madness descended on me. If I’d been in my right mind, I’d never have allowed his knot or bite. I don’t understand how I went into heat, despite the suppression pills I usually take.

Regardless of what happened last night, I need to get my shit together. Even if I did want a baby and an alpha, which I most definitely don’t, I’d never choose Dario. He’s a brute. A thug. He’s not the kind of alpha I’d procreate with if I was in my right mind. If I am indeed pregnant, I’ll waste no time in terminating the pregnancy.

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