Page 17 of Hunting Their Omega

The door creaked, and Isolde stumbled into the bathroom. Her long hair spilled over her perky breasts, the ends nearly brushing the dip of her waist.

My eyes followed the lines of her body, helplessly drawn to her pink, swollen sex. The air grew thick with the sweet scent of strawberries and cream, and my growl echoed through the bathroom.

Alaric’s eyes turned molten as she looked at him with a shy, unsure expression. “I can smell your sweet slick, baby.” He nuzzled her neck, and my length thickened as she tipped her head to the side. “Need me to lick it clean for you?”

Isolde’s face turned pink, then red. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip.

Goddess, she’s going to kill me.

She whimpered in response, and Alaric lifted her onto the counter. He wasted no time in spreading her thighs and burying his face between them. She knotted her fingers in his damp hairand cried out as Wynn trailed hot kisses along the column of her throat.

All my focus was on our mate’s rapture, on the sure movements of my unit as they brought her pleasure. Voyeurism had never interested me before, but there was something undeniably erotic about watching Alaric tongue her folds and Wynn worship her breasts.

I wanted to drown in Isolde’s pants and moans.

I stepped up to the counter, impossibly hard, and spread her pussy lips with two fingers. Alaric let out a satisfied rumble and continued sucking and teasing her clit.

Isolde’s thighs quivered, and she breathed in short, rasping gasps. She was on the edge, and when she finally flooded her thighs with sweet cream, Alaric grinned.

As aftershocks rippled through her body, Wynn walked to the tub and drew her a bath. I scooped her up, settled her among the bubbles, and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “Wash up,” I murmured. “We’ll be right outside.”

“Okay,” she replied, her voice husky.

Alaric, Wynn, and I exited the bathroom, a silent realization passing through the bond. We were attuned to her, compelled to satisfy the lust that wafted through the air when she was near. Her pleasure sang down the bond like an electric current. If that was how it felt to be around an Omega—to have one—no wonder packs went to war over them.

My wolf rumbled in my chest, craving more, but she wasn’t safe from the Council until she was within Hidden Creek’s borders. It was the only thing that gave me the strength to pull away.

“So, what happens when we bring her to the pack?” Alaric asked. “We’ll speak to the males, but I’m more concerned about the females.”

As the head of our Enforcers, Alaric ensured our pack’s safety. Vigilance had become second nature to him, and I knew he was assessing the risks and determining what precautions to take.

“Do you think they’ll try something?” I asked, referring to the Alpha and Beta females of Hidden Creek.

Alaric’s spine straightened as he stepped into the role of commander. “It’s hard to say. While our females generally have good dispositions, I’m not sure how adding an Omega to the pack will affect them.”

“Alaric’s right,” I agreed. “Isolde will be the only female in the pack who can have pups, which could open some emotional or psychological wounds.”

“We also have to consider the long-term implications,” Alaric continued. “Isolde is only the first Hidden Creek Omega, and as more units attend the Hunt, the other pack females could feel ostracized. Where is their place in the pack if they can’t form family units for themselves?”

“That’s not entirely true,” Wynn said. “Some mates choose each other despite their inability to have offspring.”

“Yes, but how many will do so now that the possibility of obtaining an Omega is a reality?” I counter.

“The way I see it, a confrontation is unavoidable. We’ll have to address this head-on and determine if this transition will be too hard for the female members of the pack to handle.”

“And what if it is? What if the females are against it? Do you think the males will forfeit the chance to claim an Omega? They’d rather get rid of the unmated females,” I said.

It would be a betrayal to cast our females aside for a condition they had no choice in. But without Omegas, there would never be another generation of Hidden Creek wolves. Our pack would fade to nothing.

I didn’t envy Wynn’s position as Alpha. The choices he made weighed heavily on his soul.

“We’ll acclimate her to the pack just like anyone else,” Wynn said. “We’ll find out what she’s good at, where she fits best. She’ll be a visible part of our unit. The females will probably be hostile at first, but keeping Isolde away from them won’t help. If anything, that tactic will make them harbor more resentment.”

“What precautions should we take?” Alaric asked.

“For now, we’ll assign two Enforcers to shadow her. We’ll make sure she’s never out of sight, at least until we can ascertain how the majority of the pack views her.” Wynn crossed his arms over his chest. “As for the males, we’ll call a meeting. We’ll make sure they understand that the mistreatment of our unmated females is unacceptable, and any offenders will be dealt with severely. Regardless of their capabilities, they are part of the Hidden Creek pack and will remain so until they choose to leave.”

We fell silent, lost to our thoughts, and I prayed that our pack would welcome Isolde into the fold and accept the changes that came with her. The future of Hidden Creek hung in the balance.

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