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“Take this. It will warm you.”
“I’m fine,” he responds, staring straight ahead. “Cover yourself.”
“I can see you’re cold,” I admit, hoping that if I show him care and compassion, he’ll do the same with me if the time comes. He’s opened up to me, so it’s the least I can do. “You know, it’s okay to accept help.”
When he looks over at me, all I can focus on are his pale blue eyes, how much he reminds me of a wolf. This man screamspredator, and he embraces what he is. Unlike me. I don’t know what I’m supposed to be. I’m not a complete wolf since I still haven’t had my first transformation, and I’ll never be complete. I’m broken and unwanted because of what lives inside me from the lack of transforming.
“Willyouaccept help if I offer it?” he asks, his brow arching upward.
“Depends on what your offer is. Help is subjective and means different things to everyone. I love this home I built. It gives me the freedom to come and go, to not be controlled by anyone. So I don’t need aid.”
“But you’re alone. We all need someone, no matter how strong we think we are.”
“You know what happens when you get close to people? They end up dying, and it breaks you. So yeah, alone suits me perfectly fine.” I drag the coat over my legs and up to my chin to keep the cold away.
“Better to feel that pain than not. Then at least you knew love.”
His harsh response sinks into me and resonates at my core. I had Mama, who adored me, but my father walked out on us when I was six after a huge argument with Mama. I remember the screams, the indents in our walls from his frustrated punches.
“I can’t protect either of you!”he’d shout.“Meira is weak because of me. She’ll always be an outcast.”
Even after all these years, his words are a kick to the gut. My throat thickens at the memory that he was too weak, too weak to stay with us. He left because of me in the end. I bite down on my cheek until it hurts, just to stop the agony of the past.
We fall into another silence, and I feel lost, unsure where I belong in this world. I know with certainty that being a slave isn’t my destiny. I’ve been hiding for years behind the veneer of this forest, and it’s exactly where I want to remain unnoticed. Here, I can do what I want and no one judges me.
My pulse races, and now all I can think about is how I’ll get away from this shifter. The moment I hear him sleeping, I’m out of here. Sure, it sucks that I will have to find a new forest to build my treehouse, but it’ll be worth it to get away from the wolf pack. I don’t need anyone.
“You should get some rest,” he remarks. “We’re leaving at first light.”
OnlyIshould get some sleep?So he has no plans of resting? He’ll watch me. Gritting my teeth, I shuffle down and onto my side on the blanket I use for my bed. The small size of the treehouse doesn’t permit me to sleep stretched out, so I curl in my legs in and roll away from the shifter. I doubt he’ll be able to stay up all night, so I’ll bide my time.
He shuffles behind me, the wood groaning under his weight. Next thing I know, he’s lying down behind me, laying with his chest against my back. Despite wearing no clothes, his skin is scorching hot against me, and the heat overwhelms me.
I stiffen, and my shoulders flex.
His hand loops around my waist, and he drags me harshly against him.
I gasp and wriggle to escape, but he holds me in place. “You’re not running from me,” he growls in my ear.
My heart stutters.
“I can’t sleep like this,” I insist.
“Get used to it.”
I freeze for a moment, then turn my head over my shoulder to see the smirk on his face. “What do you mean?”
“Come on now, little hellcat. You’re not that naive. What do you think an Alpha will want to do with a gorgeous Omega like you?”
I grit my teeth and writhe against him. “I’m not a possession.”
He laughs behind me. Asshole loves seeing me angry. Swinging a leg over me, he uncovers me in the process and pushes closer. His cock presses against my ass with only the thin fabric of my skirt and underwear between us.
I go to move, but he keeps me locked in place. A twitch pokes my ass cheeks, then another twitch, and it doesn’t take long for his cock to become hard. And hell, he feels so large.
“You clearly have no control,” I say.
“If you keep wriggling, you’ll have a real problem on your hands.”
