Page 30 of Stray Omega

Before she had a chance to react, Ark’s face dropped to her neck. She felt his rough beard against her smooth skin. His soft lips. His hard, sharp teeth.

Ark bit.

His fangs broke the skin right at the curve between Embla’s neck and shoulder. There was a fiery, venomous pain. Embla screamed, and her voice mingled with the frantic shouting of the other alphas and the roar of the waterfall in the background.

Finally, Ark released his bite on her neck. The other alphas were dragging him off of her. His face looked confused, like someone waking up from a dream.

Suddenly and instinctually, Embla understood what had happened.

The alpha had marked her.

She was his now.

His plaything.

His pet.

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