Page 55 of Hunting Their Omega

“Are you nervous?” I asked in a gentle voice, sending reassuring energy through our bond.

“A little, but my wolf is excited. We’ve never run through a forest like this before.”

Isolde’s reply shed light on another disturbing truth. The rare times Omegas were allowed to shift, they were subjected tosubpar experiences in terrains that did nothing to hone their natural instincts or abilities.

I worried Isolde’s wolf would be stunted in some areas.

“Well, now you can run whenever you want,” I said. “Let’s get further into the forest.”

I led her away from the prying eyes of the pack, knowing full well I was avoiding the unmated males.

My wolf snarled in my chest, ready to challenge any male that got too close. He still hadn’t forgotten the incident with the young Enforcer, and I doubted he would any time soon. It was part of the reason I chose an isolated area of the grounds to take Isolde. The west ridge was deserted during the day as pack members preferred to wander through the east, where other animals tended to congregate.

We would have a quiet place to shift and roam while Isolde’s wolf got accustomed to the territory. My wolf would use the opportunity to get a read on her and determine if she was ready to integrate with pack runs—an essential part of building unity.

I pulled off my clothes, tossed them to the ground, and shifted, allowing my wolf to take the lead as we waited at a nearby tree for our mate. Excitement thrummed in his blood, and he sniffed the air.

Isolde shed her clothes a moment later and shifted much quicker than I expected. Her wolf was just as excited as mine.

When her lithe black wolf appeared, she immediately put her snout to the earth and raised her tail high as she sniffed the rocks beneath her paws. Satisfied, she trotted to the tree line.

She was a curious little thing, but my wolf pouted when she ignored him in favor of the foliage. He huffed, dragging a paw against the earth to grab her attention. She briefly looked over her shoulder before returning to her inspection of the bush in front of her.

My wolf trotted over and nudged her side, inhaling our mate’s scent with a low rumble of satisfaction. That got her attention. She sniffed our fur, slowly making her way around us. My wolf held still, giving her time to examine him.

She yipped and rubbed her slender form against our side, scent marking us. The indisputable claim delighted my wolf.

She likes me, he said, all arrogance.

Of course she does. You’re attached to me. Why wouldn’t she?

He snorted and rubbed himself against our mate in answer.

When he decided she smelled enough like us, he led her into the forest at a slow trot. She happily followed, flitting from tree to rock to bush in search of new smells. Isolde’s wolf was confident and inquisitive, inspecting everything she could get her snout on.

She was less skittish than I expected, though I saw her struggling to find her footing on uneven terrain. Like a newly freed pup, energy rolled off her in waves, and it wasn’t long before she was urging us to play. She turned to face us and dropped low on her front paws, tail high in the air.

My wolf knew what she was going to do next. He snapped his teeth in encouragement, returning her playful pounce. Theyclashed paws, batting lightly at each other as she threw her body into his.

In a burst of movement, she sprinted through the trees, her body gliding over the forest floor.

My wolf’s muscles tightened as we watched our mate run from us. The urge to hunt, to chase, surged forward. Dominance and lust battled beneath our fur, and we salivated, imagining her submission when we caught her.

Fuck.

I didn’t anticipate her running and triggering my wolf’s mating instinct.

She wants us to chase, my wolf said, tracking the small spot of black moving further and further away.Mine to hunt. Mine to chase. Mine to claim.

My wolf’s control snapped, and we propelled toward her. Everything faded as our senses homed in on the one thing that mattered: Isolde.

Her small form grew before my eyes, and my snarl ripped through the air—a warning and a promise of what was to come.

She was fast; I’d give her that. But the woods were my home, and I was undoubtedly faster. We pumped our legs, man and beast moving in sync.

When her scent wrapped around us, her arousal so thick we could taste it in the air, we lunged. My wolf swept her off her paws, and we tumbled to the ground, rolling in the dirt and leaves until I pinned her below me. My jaws held the back of her neck, dominating her with pure male satisfaction.

Her wolf mewled, wiggling beneath mine and arching her hips to present what we had won—what wasours.

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