My knot pulsed. My beast raged. My insides smoldered.
Mine, I thought.This Omega is mine.
She just didn’t know it yet.
I wrapped her up in my power, soothing her with both my healing ability and my purr.
She snuggled into me in her sleep, her contented sigh pleasing me immensely.
Kyra might not want a mate. But she officially had me for eternity.
I would just have to show her what that meant.
In the end, it would always be her choice.
But it was my job to be the right choice for her. The ideal mate. The one she could rely on. Trust. Admire. Maybe even love.
And in return, I would give her everything I could.
I would be enough. Be what she needed. Cherish her. Stand by her. Even let her lead, within reason.
All she had to do was give me a chance.
Maybe we’d discuss that when she woke up.
Or maybe I would wait until a more appropriate moment.
Regardless, my mind was set. I didn’t care if it was her heat seducing my thoughts or if the events of the last few days had fundamentally altered my instincts.
The decision had been made.
Omega Kyra was mine.
And Alpha Fare was a dead man.
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
KYRA
Evergreens.
Wolf.
Alpha.
I rolled in the scents, reveling in the way it coated my bare skin. It was all over my nest. All overme.
But there was an underlying aroma of dead roses that tainted it all.Dead roses dusted in rust.
I shivered, not caring for that cologne. I wanted more of the evergreens.
My wolf sniffed, my nose searching until I found the source.
Hard. Hot. Male.
Mmm.
I nuzzled his chest, my palm sliding along the firm ridges of his abdomen and down to his hips.
