Page 13 of Hunting Their Omega

“It’s fine, Isolde. It’s natural.” Bishop offered me a kind smile. “If it makes you feel any better, we’re all a little . . . on edge.”

I snorted.

The men continued walking, Alaric and Wynn flanking Bishop and shielding me on all sides. Something unfamiliar clenched in my chest, and for a moment, I could almost forget where we were. For a moment, I was a female, safe in the arms of her males.

Alaric chuckled. “Speak for yourself. I fell over that edge about five minutes ago.”

Alaric’s tantalizingly blue eyes seared into mine, and my face flamed.

As they hiked through the overgrown forest, I studied the males who’d claimed me.

Bishop was the rainy scent I’d detected in the clearing, clean and crisp with the barest hint of mint. Reflective gray eyes contrasted beautifully with his cinnamon skin and dark hair, and his rugged features—full lips, high cheekbones, and a square jaw—took my breath away.

Alaric was a Grecian statue come to life, with his perfectly symmetrical face and blue-green eyes. His caramel curls brushed against the sun-kissed skin of his shoulders as he walked, and I bit back a moan when his leather, musk, and cinnamon scent wafted over me.

And then there was Wynn. The ethereal Alpha. Pale skin, white hair, and glacial blue eyes reminded me of a winter storm. His face was sharp, though saved from cruelty by a wide, sensual mouth. Clove, myrrh, and sandalwood drifted from his skin.

Wynn’s eyes flicked to mine, and a low rumble erupted from his chest. The sound shot straight between my legs.

Bishop’s nostrils flared.

Alaric groaned, “Fuck, you’re killing me, Omega.”

“I can’t help it!”

Wynn smirked. “At least we know she’s pleased with us.”

Mercifully, the main building appeared ahead.

A Council dignitary stood at the foot of a staircase leading toward a part of the building I’d never seen before, his sneer all too familiar. It was the same jerk that picked me up from the boarding house.

Bishop stared down the male with a look that promised pain, and his growl rumbled through my body. Instantly, Alaric and Wynn fixed their eyes on the male.

A united front.

“Watch the way you look at our Omega,” Bishop warned.

The official paled, and my wolf preened with smug satisfaction.

Our males are defending us, she gloated.I hope they kill him.

Not kill him, I chastised.But I wouldn’t mind them roughing him up a little.

As we entered the building, a female Alpha official stepped forward and said, “Hidden Creek unit, congratulations. You caught an Omega on your first Hunt.”

Wynn silently handed her my collar, and she accepted it with a tight smile, not taking my Alpha’s snub too kindly.

My Alpha.

The thought filled me with both excitement and dread.

“Where is the paperwork? We’d like to take our Omega home as soon as possible,” Wynn said with absolute authority. “I’d also like to file a complaint against your officer. I suggest you teach him the appropriate way to act around someone’s mate. The next unit might choose to rip his throat out.”

Her eyes widened. “I apologize, Alpha. We’ll remove Jed from the grounds immediately.” She glanced at my other two mates, making an effort not to stare at their massive erections. Clearing her throat, she continued. “You’ll be signing the paperwork in a moment. As for leaving, you’re all free to do so once you complete the bonding.”

My body went rigid. “What do you mean?”

The official gave me a sympathetic look. “As per regulation, only bonded Omegas may leave. Until you are bonded, you technically still belong to the Council.”

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