Page 22 of Hunting Their Omega

I worried I wasn’t the male for an Omega like Isolde—not that my doubts mattered to my wolf. As far as he was concerned, she was his, and we would find a way to be the male she needed.

I wanted to disagree, but I couldn’t deny the truth. The delicate female was captivating. I could still feel the silk of her skin beneath my fingertips, smell her strawberry scent, and feel her hot cunt clamping around me as I buried myself in her core.

My pants grew uncomfortably tight, and I adjusted myself, praying to the Goddess that this perpetual hardness would abate.

My thoughts returned to the magicked collar and Isolde’s sole pack of belongings. None of it made sense. Why would the Council remove Omegas from packs just to mistreat them?

What was the benefit of depriving them of knowledge and putting them in a position to rely entirely on what their mates told them?

There were so many questions I needed to ask, but I was afraid it was too soon. She didn’t trust us yet. Her response to our touch meant nothing—it was biology. Wolves naturally craved their mate.

My wolf huffed like I was missing something.

A knock at the door prevented me from questioning him.

“Come in,” I called.

“Well, that was quick.” My sister, Winnie, breezed into the room, her short blond hair bobbing as she walked. “I expected you guys to be out longer.”

I raised a brow. “It’s a Hunt, not a honeymoon.”

She perched on the corner of my desk and crossed her arms. “So, where is she?”

“In our room,” I said, carefully studying her. “Resting before the pack introduction.”

Winnie nodded, no evidence of emotion on her face. It was a trait we inherited from our mother.

I leaned back in my chair and curled my fingers in my lap.

“Quit coddling me and spit it out,” Winnie demanded.

I growled at her tone, and she rolled her eyes.

“I want your honest opinion,” I finally murmured. “How are the female pack members dealing with the new . . . adjustment.”

Winnie was a Beta. She was also the person I went to when I needed to bridge the gap between the males and females of Hidden Creek. She helped me keep the balance—something other packs struggled with due to the curse. Alpha and Beta females didn’t have a place outside of service in most packs. Relationships were an uphill battle when pups were permanently off the table.

“You mean having a breedable female in the pack? The first of many to come?” She fixed me with a look. “How do you think they’re doing?”

Dread twisted my stomach into knots. “That bad, huh?”

Winnie’s eyes softened. “You can’t protect us from everything, Wynn. The females know how important Omegas are for the pack. Our mothers were Omegas, remember? But knowing doesn’t change the fact that it hurts. We all accepted that we’d have to face the truth one day, and that day finally came.”

“I know, but do you think anyone will try anything?”

She frowned. “I doubt it. Most of the females are just . . . sad. They’ll have to give up the males they love and watch their former lovers raise children they’ll never have.”

My heart broke at the raw pain in my sister’s voice. There were things she would never have, no matter how deserving she was.

“What about the rest? The ones you didn’t include in the majority?”

Her eyes hardened. “I’ll send you their names. I’m not saying they’ll do anything, but they’re angrier and more aggressive than the rest of the pack. It’s best to keep an eye out.”

I nodded, and Winnie gave me a rueful smile.

“Wynn, you know I want you to be happy, right? Don’t worry about me. I’ve had plenty of years to come to terms with my fate.”

I choked on my words, overcome with emotion. If I had the power, I would reverse the curse and give my sister a chance at happiness.

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