It takes a few minutes, but I finally locate a path that allows me to better evaluate the cove. I perch up on a rock, surveying for anything promising.
The water bathes the stones, then draws back to the sea, only to rush forward again.
Nothing catches my gaze as a potential hiding place. However, I know there has to be something.
I sit and observe, all the while counting minutes in my head.
Caja isn’t far behind me, her scent slithering through the air like a fucking beacon. My cock hardens more and more with each inhale, her heat fast approaching.
We’re just going to have to gamble,I decide, picking a darkened location in the distance that appears to have a sunken facade in the rocks. If it’s not a cave, we’ll?—
A howl in the distance has the hairs dancing along my nape, that sound one I know too well.
It’s an Alpha alerting his pack.
An Alpha on the hunt.
An Alpha who just scented a fertile Omega.
“Fuck.” I sprint out of the woods to where Caja is cowering by the water, her wolf’s tail between her legs. “This way,” I tell her urgently.
She doesn’t hesitate, her wolf leaping to my side to follow me through the underbrush. It’s a literal jungle in here, the rocky ground a lot harsher than the sandy beach. But Caja follows me with ease, her wolf agile and small, allowing her to move quickly at my side.
I pick up the pace as the howls grow louder, my inner wolf snarling in response.
Ours,he’s saying.This Omega is ours.
And we do not fucking share.
“Focus on me,” I say, wanting Caja’s complete attention. “Ignore their howls.”
It’s probably easier said than done. Especially for an Omega on the edge of her heat.
All it will take is a growl to make her supplicate and shift back into human form. She’s vulnerable to an Alpha’s demands even when not in this condition. Add in her estrus, and she’s hopeless to our call.
She’ll roll onto her back and spread her pretty legs, then beg for a knot.
My own knot throbs at the thought.
It’s a basic need. A drive to fuck. To claim. Tobreed.
Is that why I’ve found her irresistible?I wonder, then frown.
No.
She’s not the first Omega who has gone into heat around me. I saw Kari through one a year ago, purred for her and forced her to sleep while her body contorted in agony. Never once did I want to fuck her.
And I attended my fair share of estrus parties, too. However, no Omega ever called to me like Caja does now. Maybe because Kari was always my focus, but I would have deviated if someone like Caja caught my attention.
There is just something about her that calls to my inner wolf, demanding I pursue her.
If she’d been at one of those parties, I would have struggled to pick between Kari and Caja. I would have wanted to select them both for very different reasons.
Kari, I just wanted to save.
Caja… Caja, I want to drag back to my lair. I want to knot her until she can’t fucking walk. I want to sink my teeth into her flesh and make hermine.
Another howl stirs a responding growl in my chest. It’s possessive and feral, and it causes Caja to stumble alongside me.
