Assuming I survive this battle.
Because two more wolves have entered the beach, their focus on me as the prime predator on this island.
I’m their main competition when it comes to claiming this Omega.
Therefore, they want to rip me to shreds.
“You are all going to regret this when your senses come back,” I say conversationally as I unfasten my pants.
I could beat them in human form.
But I’ll be faster in wolf form.
Of course, shifting is going to give my animal the upper hand in this battle of wills between us. Clove may suffer the consequences.
However, it’s better than letting these five wolves find her and take her. They won’t give her a chance to choose.
And I don’t have to make her choose.
Her wolf picked me when she selected my bed.
The rest has just been a testament of patience and me not wanting to hurt her by forcing her transition.
Had I known she would go into heat, I may have chosen a different place to coax her back into human form.
Or I may have done it exactly like this.
Because this is how I’ll win her.
She’s nearby.
She’s watching.
I can feel her eyes on me, her wolf waiting to see her chosen mate in action.
She wanted to challenge me for a reason.
I not only accept that challenge, I intend to win it.
“You can’t say I didn’t warn you,” I say, the words not just for the five males circling me, but for the errant little Omega who ran when I told her not to. “Let’s play.”
12
CLOVE
I’m panting.
Wet.
Freezing.
And utterly captivated by Tieran casually removing his jeans.
He kicks them off from his ankles, his body already morphing into a giant white wolf. It takes him milliseconds, his shift akin to taking a breath.
The five wolves growl in response, lunging at him as one.
I hold my breath, my heart beating chaotically in my ribs.
