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"Hold her while I try to feed them to her," I tell him, popping them from the flimsy container.

"How many?" I ask. Raidon blinks at me.

"Three?" he says. I look at her, having no clue, and also wondering how long before they take effect. Raidon pins her while I pry her mouth open, only for her to chomp down on my finger. I jerk my hand back, thankful that it wasn't my dick. My finger is bleeding, and Raidon snickers before pinching her nose.

"Hurry up," he growls as she thrashes in his arms.

"Fuck no, you do it," I tell him, and he glares at me.

"She is a tiny Omega; it can't have hurt that bad."

Easy for him to say. She didn't bite his finger nearly clean off.

"Give them here," Thane snaps, making me jump. I look up to find him standing on the ledge around the Den.

He kicks his shoes off before dropping down onto the blue and black cushioned bed; he holds his hand out for the pill packet before squatting beside me. His aura is powerful as he purrs, Calling her to him, and Raidon lets her go. Zara launches herself at him, crashing into Thane's chest.

He catches her effortlessly before popping the suppressants into his mouth; Zara, crazed, claws and licks his chest, ripping his clothes to shreds as she tries to scent him. Raidon and I stand frozen, waiting for him to tear her apart. He hates Omegas, he hates Zara, yet looking at him, he’s caressing her, being gentle and patient with her as she claws at him.

"Shh, Zara," he purrs as she tries to get to his neck, her instincts pushing her to claim him. Thane drops his neck, pulling her onto his lap before gripping her chin and kissing her. His fingers grip the back of her neck, forcing the pills down her throat. His eyes flash to mine as he glares at me. He is livid, but I am relieved he came back.

His aura alone is enough to settle the urges rolling through me. Zara moans as Thane feeds her the pills in his kiss. I look away, unable to watch the two of them kissing.

When he is finished, he starts purring, his potent Calling sucking her into a blissful sleep. Her breathing evens out as he scoops her up. I watch as he walks across the enormous space and lays her next to Leon before he tucks her in.

"Keep her hydrated and warm," Thane says before leaving us again.

So maybe his instincts toward Omegas aren't dead after all.

"She needs your skin contact!" he growls from the top of the stairs before leaving us alone with her. I glance at Raidon, who is already crawling over to her and Leon, his own Calling slipping out and keeping her sedated.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

~Thane~

Something about her scent bothers me as I leave my mates with her. I want to go back in there with them; to wrap my body around hers with my mates, even though I hate her. There is just something about the little Omega that calls to me. I can't go back in there.

If I did, there would be no escaping the feelings she's causing. Feelings I tried to deny before running as fast as I could. It has been years since I set foot in that Den. Yet seeing her heat-ravaged body… it kills me to leave her there.

The way my blood burned as her hands moved over my chest, ripping at my clothes, trying to pull them from my body so she could reach my skin. Her fingers had scrabbled at my shoulders, gripping me tight like I am a drug that she desperately needs.

I try to forget how her tongue felt, licking up the side of my neck before moving lower to the hard ridges of my chest and abdomen. The thick scent of her arousal bloomed in the air, making my mouth water. To taste her. To tease her. To ease the burning haze the Omega feels.

It had been too much for me, testing my control more than I liked. I want to take Zara in our Den. I want to bind her hands so I can pull the pleasure from her until she cries out for me; begging me for more of what I alone can give her.

The way her body had felt in my lap, the heat of her pussy seeping through the fabric of my pants, nearly sent me insane. Her slick heat coating my erection... Fuck…

I want to unzip my slacks to slip into that heat. To bury myself deep into her pussy and feel her body clamp down around my cock.

Her skin had been so soft beneath my palms. So soft and so markable, her ass would have looked perfect with my handprint staining her flesh red, with my fingerprints littering her body, showing the world that she is mine—that she is ours and no one else's.

I want to fuck her, want her to claim me. But not like this. I want her to be there with me, not lost in this haze. Therefore, I had to leave and get out of here before I give myself over to instinct. Because I know I don't really want this. It is her heat making me feel this way. I despise Omegas.

Snatching my keys, I head to my car. I need a distraction, and work seems like the best place for it. Away from her, and from my mates, who I know are fighting the same baser instincts I am. If I lose control, I know they will too.

Driving to work, I white-knuckle the steering wheel and roll the window down. The fresh air helps, relieving the assault her scent had left on me. Yet the longer I drive, the less sense things make. The urge to keep and claim her makes no sense. She isn't ours. Harlow is, and she is not our Harlow. Harlow was our light in the darkest tunnel, and she betrayed us. And for that reason, taking another Omega will never be safe. My hatred for them burns hotter than any bond ever could.

Harlow is dead, of that we are certain, yet why do I feel the urge to claim Zara? Why does her scent feel so familiar, yet not?