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But the wind is violent and loud enough that no one hears his sloshing as he crosses the water.
The alarms haven’t sounded yet.
And when he’s halfway across, fighting the racing adrenaline, he senses it again.
Omega.
It’sheragain, that same delicious scent that makes his mouth water and cock twitch. The same Omega that’s connected to the fabric of the cardigan.
For a moment, he wonders if he’s imagined it. How could she be so close? Why would an Omega be anywhere near the island?
But the scent grows stronger by the time he reaches the rocky shore, and his inner Alpha is losing his shit.
Take claim bite!
The suppressants do their job, though. They gave him razor-sharp focus and the ability to compartmentalize those needs.
He has a mission to accomplish. He’s not going to ruin it all just because he smells an Omega.
Everything rests onhim, and he cannot allow himself to be distracted by the sinful, tantalizing scent of violets mixed with honey.
He makes it up the fence with ease, even with his pack slung over his shoulders. He drapes a blanket over the barbed wire, effectively avoiding injury from the rusting metal.
His gloved hands are gripping the other side of the fence when the sirens go off.
Fuck.
It was a better head start than he hoped for, at least.
He’s not sure who will go after him. If he’s correct, (and shit, he hopes he’s correct) they’ll put a haphazard effort into looking for him.
The city will evacuate, and they’ll have to call in the Beta Army, which he’s not too concerned about.
He just hopes enough of his fellow Alphas go along with his plan and he’s not the only one running around like a madman.
The wind works in his favor, drowning out his grunts and the movement of the fence.
Until…
There’s no chance someone’s against the fence—his mind must be playing tricks on him.
Perhaps he drowned back in those icy waters or Ryland killed him, and this is all some dream of the afterlife.
He cranes his neck to see an Omega standing against the chain links.
The creature that’s been torturing him with that delicate scent stands mere feet from him, a transfixed expression etched on her lovely face.
What. The. Fuck.
How did she get here?Whyis she here? How many times were they taught, beginning from childhood, to stay away from the island?
He thanks whatever deity is out there that his suppressants work and that the animal instincts totake, claim,andruinstay buried deep in his brain as only a minor blip in his consciousness.
His training kicks in, and he falls from a higher height than he would have liked, but he leans into the impact and springs to his feet. It’ll hurt like a bitch later, but it’s nothing he hasn’t felt before.
She’s running away in a blur of black, but he gives chase easily, catching up to her as he watches her stumble.
Protect her.
