Page 9 of Hunting Their Omega

I couldn’t stand or run, not like this.

My abdomen clenched, and the smell of crisp rain and spiced cloves made me whimper loud enough to draw the black wolf’s attention. Shit.

His nostrils flared, and his undeniably human eyes flashed before he turned, back rigid, toward the threats.

My wolf hummed at his protectiveness. She preened with smug satisfaction and pushed me to vie for the male’s favor.

Traitor, I admonished through the bond.

Mate. I need our mate now!

Hell no, I told my wolf.A moment ago, you wanted me to make a break for it, and now you’re ready to throw yourself at these random males.

Not random. They’re our mates. Ours, she repeated with a possessiveness I’d never heard before.

Terror at her implication set my brain into motion. I needed to get away, fast.

I edged closer to the water and kept my eyes on the black wolf as the spray of the river tickled my fingertips. It was a spectacularly stupid idea, but it was my only option.

I just had to make it into the water and allow the current to take me. Maybe it would be swift enough to lose this unit.

Holding my breath, I moved further from the wolves. My last thread of hope nudged me toward my goal, and the sound of battle became nothing more than white noise.

A spasming cramp flooded my core, intertwining pain with need. Despite the chilly temperature, I was burning from the inside out. I smelled every delicious note of the males around me.

My traitorous body grew slick between my thighs.

The black wolf turned to me, no doubt scenting the blatant sweetness of my heat. He rushed over, chuffing as he maneuvered his body between me and the river.

He pinned me with a knowing glare, all but daring me to challenge him.

There was nowhere left for me to run.

Reality clawed at my composure. I pressed a hand to the collar at my throat, foolishly attempting to hold on to my dignity.

They were going to claim me, and there was nothing I could do about it.

Chapter 4

Alaric

The smell of her honeyed slick was an intoxicating aphrodisiac, and every part of me—man and wolf—wanted a taste. I fought the urge to inhale her scent, nearly shaking with the effort it took to focus on the battle in front of me. I had to protect her. Only two wolves had emerged from the trees; their unit was incomplete.

I fought against my wolf’s need to be close to his mate. He was desperate to bury his nose in her neck and inhale her essence, ingraining it into every part of our being. Another wave of that heady strawberries and cream scent caught my attention, and my spine stiffened. A growl vibrated deep within my chest, every nerve awakening like never before.

My reaction wasn’t normal. I’d heard of the undeniable lure of an Omega’s slick. I’d known the state it would put my wolf in, but this was something more.

Mate. Mine, my wolf growled.

The intensity of his possessiveness gave me pause.

She whimpered, soft, needy, and distressed.

Without hesitation, I turned to my female, unable to bear the thought of her in pain. She was closer to the river than before, and I narrowed my eyes.

The little minx, I mused, impressed she was still trying to get away. I held her gaze. If I had been human, I would have been rendered speechless. She was perfect. Sweet and soft as the lilies that grew on the south border of the Hidden Creek.

The snarls and howls of my unit faded. There was only the Omega—our Omega.

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