It seems to put her at ease, and if I’m not mistaken, she’s playing along with me. It’s as if she wants to show these alphas who she belongs to, and I’ve never been more proud to call her mine.
My omega.
I’ll give her the world and more. So long as she's willing to let me give it to her.
Finally, she opens her eyes, looking straight at the third alpha. He sneers when she challenges him, but one snap of my teeth, and he keeps his silence.
I don’t miss the smirk on Ravyn’s face, and fuck, she’s beautiful when she smiles like that. I’ve never seen anything so deliciously wicked. My knot swells, and she pushes her tight ass into me further, rolling her hips.
My cock hardens, and I just want to get this meeting over with so I can go home and fuck my omega.
Fionn seems to read my mind. He cracks his knuckles, keeping his steely blue eyes on Kirk. Hiroshi glares at the third alpha, and they really have no idea what they’ve signed up to.
I feel for Raymond, but I will pay him back all the damages. This place is his grandfather’s legacy, and I won’t let these asswipes destroy it.
“So, Clifford. To what do we owe the pleasure?” I fix my cold eyes on the boss of the Wolverine Pack.
He exhales, holding his hands up in surrender. The other two alphas do the same. They even place their weapons on the table. Fionn confiscates them while Hiroshi searches for more weapons.
“The city is yours,” he replies. “We promise to be good boys from now on and stop fighting you.”
I raise a brow. “So, a truce?”
Cliff smiles, showing me his crooked teeth. “Truce.”
A quiet settles over the table as I mull over Cliff’s words. He’s definitely hiding something, but I know this is an ambush. He has his men surrounding this place, waiting upon his signal, but we’re not afraid.
We may only be a pack of four, but we can still take them down. For ten years, we have run this city, and we’ll run it for ten more.
So the sooner we can wipe them off the map, then the better. Then I can go back home and knot my omega.
Her slick pools on my lap. I know Cliff and his men can smell her, yet they don’t comment on it.
Ted is as silent as a statue, but I can feel him tense. Fionn trembles, a low growl emitting from his chest, and it seems my Buttercup’s presence has made the situation worse.
Thank God for Hiroshi, the best fighter out of the four of us. That guy moves so fast, I’ve almost mistaken him for lightning in the past.
I reach my hand out to Cliff so he can show me his loyalty. He takes my hand, lowering his head so he can kiss my knuckles.
Unfortunately, my omega stiffens, and the whole world falters.
My heart pounds in my ears as no one moves. Cliff keeps his grip around my wrist, but he doesn’t lower his mouth to my hand. Instead, he keeps his gaze on my omega, a cruel sneer sneaking across his face.
I have no idea what has come over her. She doubles over, gripping the table for dear life.
That’s when I catch the scent of cinnamon. Shit. Is that her perfume?
It finally dawns on me, and then my whole world screeches to a halt.
She’s gone into heat. My omega is in pain.
It happens in the blink of an eye. The third alpha jumps across the table to pounce on my omega, and I reach my hand into my pocket for my gun and blow his brains out.
He slumps onto the table, his blood spilling everywhere, and that’s when I aim the gun at Cliff.
Fuck a truce. His pack mate broke any chance of a truce the moment he pounced on my omega.
She ismine...andI’ll be the one to take her pain away.