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“Exactly, and at last check, an hour ago, it’s still all the way in Quebec. There are still five provinces between us. It likely won’t be here until—”
“You don’t know that,” the omega hiding behind him squeaks. “You don’t know for certain when it’ll be here or if it plans on taking a nice road trip through the provinces in order. You can only guess based on where it’s been, but it might decide to come tomorrow. Or in the next hour. You must stay here and do your duty.”
I stare down at the two pack members begging me for something I can’t give them.
“I am your Champion, that hasn’t changed. But—" I force myself to stay upright as Willa’s pain shoots through my body once again. My lower abdomen to my balls seizes up, like someone is crushing them under their boot. It passes, and I gain my composure to stare down at them once more. “But my mate is in heat and needs me more than you do right now. I must go. You’re more than capable of hiding if the scourge breaks established patterns.”
I step backward, taking my shirt off. “I have to get to her now.”
The beta glares at me, but the omega understands. “Go. Take care of her and then return to us,” she says.
I waste no time shifting into my wolf. I don’t even take off the rest of my clothes. But I lift my front paw and allow Troy to tighten the smartwatch band—my connection to the other packs hunted by the scourge—around my leg.
I just hope I get to Willa in time.
ROOK
My turn?Nice. And nice to meet you.
I’m so fucked up,I think as I peer into Willa’s living room window, watching her get absolutely demolished by that sigma Jonah from high atop a tree in her yard.
It could have been me.
Should have been me, if I hadn’t gotten all weird and left.
I wish I wasn’t still like this. It’s been long enough that this shit shouldn’t still bother me, but…
But I think time doesn’t heal everything. For me, it seems like the more time passes, nothing actually gets easier. The longer I stay this way, the easier it is to keep acting this way. Even if I don’t want to.
I want to be with Willa. So. Fucking. Much.
But that sickly sweet voice ofhersalways plays in the back of my mind. It’s so loud, it drowns out my other thoughts.
You’re such a good little breeder mage. Perfect knot and all the seed just for me.
I shake my crow head, trying to rid myself of that voice and those thoughts.
I know Willa isn’t Belle. I know it.
I know she wouldn’t hurt me the way Belle did.
And yet, here I fucking am in a goddamn treewatchingher ride one of her mates instead of getting ridden.
I count three, maybe four, orgasms before she finally goes limp, finally sated. Jonah’s still knotting her and sprawls across her, careful to keep most of his weight off her, since he’ll be there a while.
I can’t believe I told Rafe he needed therapy when, clearly, I need to double my sessions. Twice a week oughta do it, because running away from that gorgeous woman is just ludicrous.
Movement inside catches my attention once again, and I can’t believe it, but my girl is trying to get her sigma to go again.
She’s insatiable.
Maybe…
Maybe I could join them?
She likes group stuff. She said so herself.
My chest feels lighter at the thought of going to her. But the moment I try to sink into that feeling, my brain shuts it down by conjuring Belle’s voice again.
