Page 115 of Carmichael's Omega

Now she looks like a broken doll, more fragile than I've ever seen her. A sound of anguish bursts from my maw.

I grab her arm and tug with my teeth. Sharp, they bite into her, the skin splitting. The slight mating venom that leaks out makes my wolf howl with anguish. We are weakening her with a HalfMark when she needs to be rescued!

Her body comes tumbling free of the hole she hid in. Her lips are blue, her eyelids white. She's not breathing. Screaming internally in sheer panic, I shift back to feet and press my mouth to hers. I feel her chest rise with the air I force in. Pulling back, I compress her chest, hearing a rib crack with the force that I exert.

Again, I breathe for her. Then I press. On the third breath, she inhales on her own.

"Cassidy!" I sob in relief and clutch her tight to my chest. My head is spinning. There is no time to celebrate. My female needs help now, and there's no way that Rique knows that Cassidy is in medical danger, too.

Gritting my teeth against the overwhelming feeling from my two Marks sweeping me, I lift Cassidy into my arms and start to stumble towards the Loco Lobo. I run when I can and walk when my legs won't go any faster.

By the time I see the building, my eyes are blurry.

I trudge up to the back door and hear a familiar curse. Relief fills me when I meet Rique's horrified gaze.

"Get them inside. Put them both next to Matt," the witch orders him.

I collapse down next to a pale, bandaged, unconscious Mattie, hardly aware of getting there, growling lowly when the witch examines Cassidy instead of putting her next to me.

"She's really in bad shape, Rique."

"My fault," my Beta husks out, in tears that he doesn't try to hide. "I told her to run. Fuck me.Fuck me!"

No, it's my fault, I try to say. My clumsy tongue won't form the words. With one arm locked around Mattie and my eyes fixed to Cassidy, I howl for help. My wolf wants his mates, wants his female under him and his male right there beside her.

"Carmichael, you have to Mark her. She's suffering."

I snarl, blinking when my vision goes dark except for black spots. I try to form the refusal. "Can't hurt her," I manage to spit out.

"It won't," I hear the witch promise soothingly. She's lying. I know she's lying. I can't force another Mark. My Cassidy...

"Her omega feels rejected from having her mate Mark another wolf," Miranda says quietly.

Diosa, I'll burn forever for this.

Sweet flesh is pressed under my mouth. My jaw aches with the need to bite. Mating venom wells in my saliva and drips down my chin. My canines close with no hesitation, with no direction from me. My body won't obey my brain.

I blink my eyes open to see a cloud of golden hair blocking my eyes. My teeth are sunk deep in Cassidy's neck, too close to her jugular to be safe. My wolf howls, scratching and snarling.Diosa,por favor,I never wanted to hurt my female.

"There you go,Jefe. Ease back, now," Rique murmurs.

I release my female. Achingly slow, I gently lay Cassidy down next to Mattie.

Her soul is entwining with mine differently from my male's. Softer, sweeter, a gentle caress. There is nothing forceful about this. I hate it. I'm greedy, my soul gobbling up hers voraciously. I just want more and more of her inside me.

All at once, it's the most consuming feeling I've ever felt. Every beat of my heart is for this female. Every inhale of air into my lungs is for my male. I live for them now.

My vision sharpens, narrows on their pale faces, trembling limbs. I sniff the air, nose my female's healing Mark. Grumbling, I lean over my male and nibble on his shoulder, neck, sucking and pulling at the skin to make sure his blood flow is still good. With satisfaction, I watch small bruises form from my lips and teeth. I turn back to my female, breathing in her scent, leaving small slight marks all over her chest, too.

Mattie starts to wake up, his heart racing. Without opening his eyes, he begins to whine and nose his sister's face. I coo in the back of my throat and nudge him closer, twining their legs and arms around each other. Mattie relaxes until his eyes open on me.

"Carm?" his lips form my name, but his throat is too dry to make any noise.

I grab the water from the witch's hand and help my male take a sip.

"Slowly,Nene," I croon. "Just a little."

Mattie's eyes blink tiredly at me.

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