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It wasn’t. Taking cues from a feral, he drugged me and stole me, and when I think about the nerve he had to bite me while I was unconscious and slip aringon myfinger,I want to find something else in this room to smash.
Maybe then West will realize that, while I’m an omega, I’m still a she-wolf. We can’t be tamed.
If I know him, he’s expecting me to gloss over what he did. After all, I always have before. Almost like it’s expectedofme. Sweet Helene. Perfect Helene.
Prim, proper, Saint Helene, the pack princess.
Because that’s who I am, isn’t it? Not something I ever wanted to be, but, unlike when it comes to mates, I never had a choice about my place in the pack.
Before I was elevated to the rank of Omega, I was a pretty omega she-wolf with wide gold eyes, wavy blonde hair, and a delicate human body. Even in my fur, my pelt matches the color of my hair. I’m small enough as a wolf that, from a distance, I could pass a true arctic wolf, though in reality it’s closer to blonde. I can’t help my size, though. It’s a shifter thing. Alphas are huge. Omegas… aren’t.
Even if it wasn’t my rank of wolf that led my packmates to protect and coddle me, being born as Bishop’s younger sister would have. His dominance was obvious from puphood; so was his tendency to be protective of me. As soon as he figures out I’m missing, he’s going to lose it.
And that’s nothing compared to how he’ll react when he discovers it’sWestwho took off with me…
Now that he has me right where he wants me, West can’t stay away. Despite telling me that he’ll give me some time to get used to the idea of being his bride, it’s barely been an hour before I can sense his wolf pawing at my door.
A moment later, there comes a knock.
I almost tell him to go away. I’m still so furious with him and I’m not ready to face him again.
But then I realize that a stubborn male who thinks it was a good idea to wolfnap me might not be put off by the silent treatment. This is Weston Reed. If I couldn’t get him to stop coming around my cabin after I ended things with him, what makes me think that he’ll back off now that he’s convinced himself I’m hisbrideof all things?
“Door’s open,” I call out.
There. He can take that as an invitation, or he can hear the annoyance in my tone and realize he’s already pushed me close to my breaking point.
His choice.
This is West. Of course he’s going to take the opportunity to come face me again.
His gaze sweeps across the room. He sucks in a breath when he finds me sitting in the bed, legs tucked beneath me, propped against the headboard at my back. West’s attention lingers on me for a few tense seconds—I can sense his wolf reaching for mine from across the room—before he tears it away.
Seeing me on the bed is too much a temptation for him. I know exactly what he’s thinking. There was a time that he was welcome to share it with me. For five years, he all but made my cabin—and my bed—his second home. He never would’ve doubted his welcome, and I would’ve already had my arms open to him.
Not now. My arms are crossed wrapped around my chest, holding myself close.
He sees the shards of glass glittering on the floor, frowning at the flowers he must have picked specifically for me. They’re nestled among the wreckage from the vase.
West swallows roughly. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch his Adam’s apple bob. A muscle ticks in his cheek. But he’s not angry. His shields are still up, making it harder for my wolf to get a read on his, but I guess I do know West, after all. He’s not angry. He’shurt.
By taking his flowers and smashing them, I chipped a little more at his broken heart.
Because of course I did.
My wolf lets out a soft whine. As much as I want to hold onto my anger, I can’t. Not when it’s West. Time and time again, I admit if only to myself that he’s the only male that could ask for me to bare my throat and I’d do it without a second’s hesitation. To bite it, to mark it, to slit it… I want to give him everything.
Except forever.
I can’t give him forever, because Luna damn it, it’s never been mine to give.
“West—”
My murmur of his name seems to break the trance that had settled over him. He blinks once, banishing the hurt. Beta West is back in action. “I know you’re angry with me… Helene.” There was a split second’s hesitation. He was going to call me ‘Lane’. I know it. He was going to slip back into using his pet name for me… and he didn’t. “You have every right to be. But, please, don’t hurt yourself to get back at me.”
Is that what he thinks I’m doing? “I’m not.”
He frowns. “You don’t lie to me. Not to me. Even if you think the truth will hurt me, I have to know that you’ll always be honest with me.”
