Page 25 of Soul of the Chaos

Everything I could have wished for in a mate for my oldest friend.

That was, until today. When the Chaos struck, bathing us all in her lust-driven madness.

I had a mate. One I loved to the moon and back. So why the fuck was my wolf sniffing around a human who was clearly earmarked by the Blood Moon Goddess to become my alpha’s mate?

“You heard the lady, Mongrel. Take this piece of shit for a ride.”

“It would be my genuine fucking pleasure, alpha.” I bared my teeth at the motherfucking scum squirming in the dirt. “Judgement has been spoken. Now your worthless ass is mine.”

I got on my bike and kicked it to life, enjoying the throaty promise of my perfectly tuned engine.

“I’ll see you dick bags back at home.”

I revved the engine a few times before I released the clutch and took the bike out onto the abandoned road. Chains only screamed for the first hundred yards, then it was just me, the Goddess and the Devil’s Fingers on the horizon in front of me. I sure did love a peaceful ride on the open road.

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PRECIOUS CARGO

Silver

As I ushered her toward the van with a hand on her lower back, Sasha grabbed me and covertly nodded at Carbon who—unlocked from his grief—was looking decidedly chipper at the prospect of Chains being dragged to his death.

I could only imagine what my human mate was seeing. She didn’t know Carbon’s story, nor how deep Winter’s pain was cutting his beast due to the magical pull of the Chaos.

All she would see was a scary-looking, tatted-up biker with a manic gleam in his eye as he spun the van’s keys around one finger.

“He’s not driving us is he?” she murmured.

She threw a pointed look between Carbon and Winter, who was huddled in the back seat avoiding everyone. My club brother had been watching her every move since he’d beat down Chains. Like some psycho stalker.

He would never hurt her; however, Sasha didn’t know that.

“Would it make you uncomfortable?” I asked quietly. “There aren’t a ton of choices.”

We were a rough lot, some more so than others, but Sasha’s people had been to hell and come back out. I knew my brothers would do whatever it took to make them as comfortable as possible.

“Can’t you drive us?” she whispered, her voice so quiet I could barely hear her.

She must have picked up on how good a wolf’s hearing was during her stay with the Bone Crushers because her words were pitched just loud enough to reach my ears and no further. I didn’t miss the wobble at the end, either. She was trying to be strong, but as I’d found from my time at Grimm’s side, even the best of leaders needed a break from being out front.

“Sure thing, I’ll talk to Prez.”

I patted her arm and a jolt of desire rolled through my body.

It wasn’t a whole lot of fun being turned on by a person who should be off limits. I saw the way Grimm was looking at Sasha. He needed her, and Mongrel needed me. But Sasha… well, Sasha seemed to be tuned into all three of us. Equally. And it was throwing me into a spin.

And yet, the Blood Moon Goddess didn’t lead us to our mates lightly. I believed she had a purpose, even if her ways were often bloody and mysterious.

If she did intend a four-way mating then it was gonna take some omega magic to bring all the pieces together so they fit right. Slowly. Or the stubborn dominants might kill each other before we even got started.

For now, Mongrel seemed determined to ignore his attraction to Sasha. He would rather cut off his own dick than hurt our alpha. He couldn’t hide it from me, but he was sure doing a fine job of hiding it from himself.

And Grimm looked ready to lay down on any son of a bitch who so much as looked at his mate, let alone touched her. He only trusted me because I was the pack’s omega. It was my job to set all members of our pack at ease.

So, slow. Yeah, I can do slow.

I turned away quickly and tried to—discreetly—adjust my aching dick. Fuck me. Mongrel had told me about the Chaos. This shit was next level. I wasn’t sure if any brother could survive a case of blue balls this dire.

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