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Chapter 7
Bardhyl
My wolf has always felt a connection with Meira, beginning with our very first meeting back at the pack home. I caught her trying to escape, resisting me from the onset. Hell, that drew me to her instantly. She’s a survivor and has been one all of her life, which means she’s a little spitfire and doesn’t back down. That’s how someone exists in this world on their own.
I grew up fighting to see another day, so I can relate to her. My pack up in Denmark was slaughtered by a neighboring pack. I only survived because I’d been out hunting that morning. When I found the destruction, I lost myself.
I run a hand through my hair, my fingers brushing over the scar on my ear from the battle that came afterward.
Revenge turns the most controlled warrior into a Berserker. For weeks, months, I hunted down the Alphas responsible, not caring for my own life. I saw red, burned up with fury, until I caught them.
I heave a loud exhale at the memory. Only Dušan knows the truth of what happened, of the massacre in my wake. He’s witnessed the real monster that lives inside me. He had arrived to talk to those Alphas after they betrayed him, and they turned on him.
Yeah, I like to think my interference saved him, but in truth, I lost control and butchered all the Alphas in that pack. Dušan saved me before I could do something worse that I’d never come back from.
My stomach clenches because, after all this time, I like to think that person isn’t me anymore.
Shit, I hate remembering those times. I loathe myself for what I was back then.
Meira presses up against me, distracting me. This small Omega has stirred up so much dust in her wake since arriving at our compound.
The majority of the Omegas I’ve met are passive, and right now Meira is behaving more like other Omegas than she usually does. A typical Omega accepts her role to mate with an Alpha and be his. The union brings enormous pleasure to both but also alleviates the growing aches an Omega goes through if she doesn’t get her fill of an Alpha. Quite literally.
But this little fire starter has me all wound up tight and making me feel so much more than I have with any Omega before. I’ve crossed paths with many, fucked them, but meeting that perfect one hasn’t been my fate.
Now, when I look down at Meira holding on to my arm, a monstrous protective nature crashes into me. I’d fight through hell and back to keep her safe.
Except she’s taken… Well, spoken for by my True Alpha, Dušan, as well as Lucien. Though this little woman is a complicated mystery because she still hasn’t transformed into her wolf. That means the union with her mates isn’t complete. That makes her body still release a pheromone that draws males to claim her, to take their chance that they might be her mate.
From what I feel deep in my chest, I worry that my heart is expecting something that won’t happen.
I’m not her mate. I can’t be, and what I feel is purely a result of her out-of-control pheromones.
“You sure you are all right?” I ask, as she hasn’t insulted me in a short while.
She nods and quickly wipes at her eyes.
“I won’t let you out of my sight again,” I say. “I promise to keep you safe, but you will do as I tell you and not run off, understand?”
“Do you know where the river is?” She ignores me and looks up at me with huge bronze eyes that remind me of a russet sunset. Her features are delicate, and yet there is always fire behind her gaze. Even now, it burns brightly.
“It’s not far. I’ll take you there. It’s on the way back home.”
I feel her stiffen beside me, but I say nothing more of it. She is magnificent in every way. She’s not mine, no matter how much my craving intensifies for her. But despite having two Alphas who’ve already marked her, she is ready to run again. I see it in her downward gaze, feel it in her escalating pulse.
She’s wild and has no idea what being an Omega means.
“You were never taught the roles of wolves in packs?” I ask, gaining myself a glare.
“I know plenty enough,” she remarks. “Alphas are at the top of the food chain and Omegas are meant to be subservient to them. Is that about right?”
I snort a laugh at her feistiness. “Once an Alpha meets his Omega fated mate, he would do anything for her, fight an army, bring her the rarest berries from the deadliest area if she asked. Don’t you see? Omegas are the ones who control the Alphas.”
She doesn’t respond, but the surprise in her eyes says everything. I hope this helps her start to understand how crucial her partnering in a pack is.
We travel without talking, my attention and senses on the forest surrounding us. Danger is everywhere, and I need to get her out of here.
She finally breaks the silence. “Did they send you alone to find me?”
