“Try not to go too hard on her,” I call to him. “She’s cute.”
He grunts, disappearing from view as he enters the living area.
“Someone’s in a mood,” I say, glancing at Caius. “The beach party not go well?”
“Dirk challenged him.” Caius picks up Tieran’s beer to take a swig. “T put him in his place right quick, but he’s concerned.”
“About the girl?” I guess.
Caius nods. “Her scent is like a drug.”
“Like an Omega, you mean.” I’ve scented a few before and they were all sickly sweet, just like the little darling downstairs.
“Yeah. It’s going to rip this island apart.”
I turn off the burner before sliding the salmon onto a tray for the oven. I only singe the outside before baking it to help with texture and seasoning.
“It also may be exactly what we need,” I say, thinking out loud. “An Alpha isn’t complete without his circle.”
Caius takes another sip of the beer, his eyes more silver today than gray. They often change with his mood. When they shift to green, it means he’s angry. Silver and gray tend to imply he’s feeling more relaxed or content.
Green is a rare look on him.
Silver is the most common.
“Maybe fate brought her here,” he suggests after a beat. “He needs an Omega. Maybe she’s ours.”
A snarl echoes up from downstairs, making us both freeze.
“Well,” Caius drawls, clearing his throat. “Assuming he doesn’t kill her first.”
7
CLOVE
My wolf has a death wish.
She’s a fucking psycho.
And she’s going to get us killed.
Because she decided to take a nap in the Carnage Island Alpha’sbed.
His low growl from the doorway is a warning I feel to my very core. But all it does is draw a little whine of irritation from my suicidal wolf.
She picks up her head, yawns at him, and proceeds to flop over to her other side.
And closes her eyes.
I scream at her to move. To bow. Torun.Anything but just relax in the Alpha’s bed as though she belongs there.
“I see,” he says, his tone holding a lethal note that makes me wince inside.
This is not going to end well.
“I think we need to have a conversation about etiquette and common decency, little one.” He sounds calm. Too calm. And because my wolf’s eyes are closed, I can’t see his face. But I hear him prowling toward me, his presence a darkness threatening to suffocate me from the inside out.
Tieran, V called him.
