Page 112 of Carmichael's Omega

I reach the door. It's cracked open. I lift my hand to push the door open when the sound of his tear-filled voice greets my ears.

"-don't believe it, Lyall. Why would an Omega do that? He even saidCassiewas like that. Cassie. I can't imagine doing something so... evil."

I hear the rumble of a deep, male voice from his cell. A red haze washes over me. Lyall. Mattie isn't a pure, little virgin like his sister. He's had boyfriends. That's not one of his brothers, not a male I've heard of. He's talking to a male I don't know.

The door splinters open. Broken wood hangs on just one hinge, the sound deafening in the quiet corridor. Mattie jumps, turning from his position sitting on the bed to look over his shoulder at me.

"Who is he?" I snarl. Who is he talking to so familiarly? His voice is soft and loving to this faceless male.

Foam is forming at the corners of my mouth, and all of a sudden, I am on board with my wolf.

Mark our mate.

I can hear Mattie screaming in shock and pain as if underwater. Nothing else matters but the sweet taste filling my mouth. He couldn't be any more perfect. A male for that secret, hidden side of me. Delicious.

Moaning, I take what belongs to me, invading his soul with mine, then taking part of him back. My mating venom travels fast. Every atom of my being knows where I belong and what belongs to me.

"C-Carm," his choked, hiccuping sobs finally penetrate the fog of desire in my mind. I force my canines from his neck and pull away.

"Mattie?" I whisper, staring down at him in abject horror. I justforceda mating Mark on an Omega. His face is deathly pale, eyes open wounds of pain and shock. His lips are already turning blue as his body fights to adjust to this new reality. There's not enough oxygen, enough blood, in his body to make up for the volume that coats his shoulder, down his collarbone, soaking his perfectly-ironed shirt bright red.

I hurt him.

"Diosa, Mattie.Nene, keep your eyes open for me. Mattie, look at me," I tell him desperately. His eyes are rolling backward, his body starting to shake in a fit. "No, no,por favor,Mattie. Please stay with me."

"Carm," the harsh whisper brings my head wrenching around to the gaping hole that used to be the door. My wolf flashes fang at the male intruding on our male's den.

"Carm?No mames, Carm. What did you do?¡Chale!"

"Mine," I growl. I clutch my male tighter to my chest. His heart beats against mine. His is slow, sluggish, while mine races from adrenaline.

"Carm, the luna is coming here," another voice joins the male. A female that reeks of sex and chemicals.

"Diosa, she can't see this!" the male snarls.

"There are too many people here. Everyone heard him screaming. It sounded like he was murdering him!" the female hisses at the male.

The male makes an error of judgment when he walks further into the den and lifts the door back into place. The female hurries to come inside, too, her scent now changing to fearful. Good. I don't want them here in my male's den.

"Call Miranda. Mattie's bleeding too much," the male grumbles.

I block out their whispered argument. They are not going to try to take my male from me. I gently snuggle him tight and start to examine him. He is cold. I pick up a blanket that smells of sunshine and honey and wrap him in it. The space at the far corner of the bed is where I tuck him in. Here he will be safe in the den. Now that my mate is warm and safe, I turn my attention back to the invaders.

"He Hulk-smashed the door," the female is saying.

"He's in a mating frenzy. Too long without Marking both of them. I wonder if Mattie rejected him?"

I growl out my warning. Neither of my little mates will reject me. The idea is ludicrous. My wolf snarls in my head. We've Marked our male. It's too late for him to reject me now. Our female we have claimed with our body. She won't be going anywhere, either.

"How feral is he?"

The male pauses, looking at me. Clear, dark brown eyes. Rique. I know this male. I relax a fraction. I examine the female. Adriana. My wolf curls his lip, flashing fang. She's not supposed to be near my mate.

"His wolf is in control," Rique mumbles, but I can hear him. "His father was like this when the Luna died."

I growl. My mate will not die. My luna will not die. They are Omega, so I will keep them with me all the time. I will protect them and keep them in my den.

I examine my precious mate again. His color is better, his breathing evening out. I keep up the rumble in my chest, my wolf soothing him with his presence. Nothing short of a bomb would rip me away from this male right now.

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