Page 134 of Bitter Truths

Whatever it takes.

I close my eyes and let my heartbeat slow. Let my breathing steady. Let the sounds of the forest wash over me until I can pinpoint exactly where each of them is based on the rustle of leaves and the snap of twigs under heavy bodies.

My anger has transformed into heat that vibrates through my body—primal, needy. Rooted in the same instincts that made me hunt down those women.

I need to remind them what we are. The pull between us goes deeper than any chemical bond Whitney can fake. The connection that led me back to them despite every rational reason to stay away.

When I open my eyes again, I’m not prey.

I’m the hunter.

And it’s time to collect what’s always belonged to me.

I make my way down from the rocks, moving carefully through the underbrush until I find what I’m looking for... a small clearing, well hidden beneath thick tree cover but open enough for what I have in mind.

Perfect.

I pull off my t-shirt and hang it from a low branch where they’ll be sure to see it. My shorts follow, draped over a fallen log like a flag of surrender. My underwear falls to the ground.

But this isn’t surrender.

This is a well-laid trap.

I position myself in the center of the clearing, sinking down onto my hands and knees in the soft earth. The position scorches my nerves, making me dizzy with need.

An omega presenting for her alphas.

Now all I have to do is wait.

Whitney wants to kill me?

Good. I’ll give her a fucking reason to.

Come find me, bitch.

We will see who makes it out alive.

The forest goes quiet around me. Even the birds seem to hold their breath.

I wait.

And wait.

Then I hear it... the soft snap of a twig, the sharp intake of breath, the low, animalistic sound that rumbles from a chest too overcome to form words.

“Holy fuck, Princess.”

Owen… his voice raw and desperate and hungry.

I don’t move. Don’t look back. Just hold the position, letting them see what they’ve been denied. My body is positioned in perfect submission, like the good little omega I’ve never had the opportunity to be.

“Wow,” Freddie breathes.

More footsteps. All four of them now, forming a loose circle around me, devouring my naked, offered body with their eyes. Their scents flood the clearing with pure male arousal, and I clench around nothing.

“Bianca,” Weller’s voice holds warning. “What are you doing?”

I lift my head just enough to meet his gaze over my shoulder. “Giving you what you need.”