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I moaned, the heat of his knot pressing against my entrance—thick and unyielding—desperate to have it inside me, sealing us together.
No toy could’ve prepared me for this—its pulsing warmth, the way it filled me to the brim. If I’d known it would feel this incredible, I would have begged for Den access long ago.
He pulled my hips back, grunting as the knot breached me, stretching me wide. Pain and pleasure blurred, my walls throbbing around him as he worked deeper, relentless.
“Fuck, Elara,” he rasped, burying himself to the hilt. His panting filled my ear, his body trembling as he savored my slick heat.
I whimpered, rocking against him, desperate for more.
Growling and leaning into me, he buried the rest of himself to the hilt. Finally, he was completely inside me, and while it stung to be stretched like this for the first time, it was exactly what I’d been desperately craving.
I felt so full and burning. I needed him to move, to claim me fully.
“Please…”
He paused his thrusts, panting in my ear as he whispered how he was savoring the way my hot, wet core clenched around him.
Now that I’d taken all of him, Ineededto come—to seal the moment, to complete my transformation into a claimed omega.
A soft whimper escaped me as I rocked my hips back, pressing into him.
He needed to move. Not sit there, soaking in my slick and scent.
“I’m so happy you chose me to be your alpha,” he growled and gripped my hips, fingers digging into my skin like brands. “And now I’m going to make you mine.”
I shuddered as his hot breath tickled my ear, and I rolled my head to the side to grant him access.
A scream tore through my throat as his teeth sank into the juncture of my neck, sharp and searing, as he thrust deep, hisknot swelling impossibly larger. I screamed, pleasure and pain colliding as my body shattered around him, clenching his knot in waves of ecstasy. His hips slammed into me, relentless, until his own release tore through him, hot seed flooding me, binding us as one.
We collapsed side by side, his knot locking us together. His tongue lapped at the fresh mark—soothing the sting, cleaning away the blood that sealed our bond.
His eyes met mine, soft with something unspoken. Gently, he brushed back my hair.
“Two pieces of a syzygy,” he murmured, gazing down at me with quiet awe. “Now one.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
LUCA
Waking up with Elara in my arms was something I believed alphas often dreamed about doing. Knowing that for the first time in my life, ever since I had matured into an alpha, I no longer needed to fear if it would be the day I would slip into insanity.
I was the clan’s protector, shielding them from the darkness that lurked in the universe.
And she was the light to bring me home, creating a sanctuary for our clan.
The Matron and her gammas that ran Syzygy Station knew what position they were in. They held the true power over the universe with their sanctuary built. By controlling the omega population, and who had access to them, they held every alpha by their throat.
Omegas weren’t required to have an alpha nearby whenever they were in heat. Between the suppressants that my company supplied, willing betas, and the number of pleasure toys designed by the same gammas that housed them, the moderngeneration of omegas could live without ever feeling an alpha’s knot.
This created a new problem for our generation.
Gammas had removed almost all of the inconveniences for omegas—all but one, and that was an omega’s desire to have a loving mate, pack and clan.
By doing this, gammas had tilted the scales of power amongst the role genders. It wasn’t alphas at the top anymore. No, they had found a way to take our throne by standing between alphas and omegas. Betas were still victims to both sides of the power struggle, regardless that over half of the population identified as one.
Regardless of all the protections that were put in place, it was the bond mark that created problems for omegas. Once bitten, it was impossible to remove the psychic connection forged between a mated pair once it healed.
The only known way to sever the bond was to kill one. In the past, omegas were targeted by other mated alphas, hoping their death would tilt their enemy into insanity, which would lead to a kill on sight order placed on them. If a rival alpha were unmated, they would torture the omega until their alpha came and then murder them to instantly claim the newly freed omega for themselves.
