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Her pulse spiked, her heart slamming in her chest. He was looking at her like he wanted to devour her, consume her, and a part of her wanted desperately for him to do so.

She abruptly got to her feet, taking a few steps away from him. If she didn’t, she was going to climb his body like a fucking jungle gym. Humour danced in his eyes at her flustered appearance, the way she backed away from him.

“Where are you going, Little Alpha?” he taunted, his gaze turning predatory—like he wanted to hunt her.

The idea turned her on even more. She had to be strong, though. Not give in to the temptation sitting right in front of her, no matter how badly she craved it. But when he was back to his normal self? All bets were off.

ChapterTwenty-Seven

“Iswear to God, man, if you don’t get the fuck outta my face, I’m gonna drop kick your ass back to Earth.”

Zamorra rolled her eyes and turned around, taking one last look at the cloudless purple sky and two beaming suns, ignoring her whiny uncle as he argued with Justin over something completely minuscule.

After one of the most restless night’s sleep of her life, (thanks to Luther getting her all hot and bothered), she’d woken just as the others began to rise. The portal the OGs were going to open for them was due to open within the next hour, and they had to rush to get ready to find a big, wide space for it to open.

Zamorra was still a little shell shocked about the whole process. She couldn’t even pretend to understand how it all worked. There was apparently some sort of signal coming from an enchanted phone Lex held that broadcasted their position across the stars, right to them. They would lock onto that signal twenty-four hours after they left and reopen a portal for them to step into and return home.

To say she was excited to finally go home was a massive understatement. Not only was she looking forward to being back in familiar territory, but she was also excited to see Darius and Margaret again. She missed them. She was also super fucking keen to get the stupid metal collar off her neck. It had been oh so tempting to try and rip it off throughout the night. The son of a bitch was not comfy to sleep with, but she’d managed to restrain herself. Barely.

She knew there was going to be hell to pay once her werewolf came back. The entity had been locked away so many times over such a short period, Zamorra was sure she would wreak havoc once released. She was actually a little nervous about it. Scared, even. She was barely able to hold her back last time. Her werewolf had pushed so hard against her, she thought she was going to split in two. She’d only just managed to convince her to calm down.

Zamorra didn’t think she’d be able to do it again.

“You’re being dramatic,” Justin said calmly.

“Dramatic? Dramatic?!” Void yelled, gesturing with his hands. “You called me weak!”

Zamorra winced. Calling a werewolf shifter weak was a big no go. Even a low-level Beta would lose their shit over something like that. Her uncle being a high-level Beta —and a big time drama queen—meant he was absolutely going to chuck a hissy fit over it.

“You choked on air this morning.”

“It was allergies!” Void’s face turned red with embarrassment. “There’s something in the air here, it makes my nose stuffy.”

“Right. Sure it does.” Justin’s words were laced with sarcasm, and it pissed her uncle off even more.

Part of it was his own damn fault. He was so easy to rile up.

Shaking her head, Zamorra watched in mild amusement as Void went after Justin. Or tried to. Justin was a powerful dark mage. Every time Void got close he would call on his magic, flick his wrist and shock Void with the red lightning dancing around his fingertips.

“Are you ready to go home?”

She shivered at that deep, husky voice. Luther casually walked up to her side, the silver fae armour around his body glistening in the suns’ light. He kept one hand on the pommel of his sword at his waist, his eyes scanning over every detail in the wide open field. He was on edge. It was clear by the way he held himself. The way he stood. Tight with unleashed anger and tension.

Zamorra didn’t blame him. Knowing their rotten luck, the fae would show up before the portal could open. By the way Luther’s jaw was set, he thought the same.

“Yes. More than ready,” she replied, absently touching the irritating contraption around her throat.

Luther nodded in understanding. “The second we return, we’ll get that thing off your neck.”

Wincing, Zamorra shifted her feet slightly. “It’ll probably be a good idea to make sure no one is around me when that happens. My werewolf is most likely going to go postal when our connection returns. I’m not sure I’ll have the power to hold her back.”

“Then don’t,” Luther shrugged casually. “Let her run free. From what you’ve told me, this isn’t the first time she’s been locked away since you were taken. She deserves her freedom.”

That was true, so very true. “You make a good point.”

Luther shivered. He choked and gripped his chest, pain etched over his face. Zamorra reached for him, panicked for all of two seconds before she froze, noticing Justin, Lex and Void doing the same. All of them dropped to their knees except Luther, who just hunched over at the waist, breathing hard. It seemed his pain threshold was higher than the others, though he didn’t look like he was enjoying whatever was happening.

Their bodies rippled as the magic flowing through them vanished and they returned to their true form, the fae disguise shimmering away.

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