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It’s been months since I’ve traveled so far from my ship—a massive ocean liner connected to several other large structures—but my men remain ready for battle at a moment’s notice.
I lift the port side grappling hook with one hand and growl in annoyance when the alpha behind me uses both hands to lift the starboard hook. He rolls his shoulders back but avoids eye contact, careful tonotchallenge me.
The omega loses her knife after embedding it in a beta’s temple. She doesn’t stop her forward momentum, shoving the idiot out of her way as she rampages toward the much larger alpha holding the younger female.
I don’t wait for the reinforced bow of my speeder to slam into the other craft before planting my boot on the railing and lunging onto the fishing boat’s deck. I drop the grappling hook mid-step and prowl toward my target, traversing the distance with ease despite the vicious rocking as the boats collide.
The younger female darts up the stairs with a beta male on her heels while the omega wrestles the larger male on the floor. The bloody knife lies a few inches beyond her fingertips. A second alpha reaches for her.
Red hazes my vision as he wraps his hands around her waist and lifts her from the ground. I charge forward and snap his neck from behind. He jerks and drops my female as he goes limp. I toss his dead body toward his buddies, knocking three betas over before they can retreat to their boat.
The omega’s feral snarl arrows straight to my balls. She lunges for the knife and plunges it into the other alpha’s abdomen.
Despite the outrage flooding my system over her audacity—she attacked a smaller alpha instead of acknowledging me—I stalk past her and up the stairs, cracking my neck and rolling my shoulders to release my building tension.
Wrapped around the younger female in a bear hug from behind, the beta male squeezes her wrist and forces her to release her knife. The blade clatters against the floorboards. She wriggles and cries. His vile smirk and disgusting scent insult my alpha instincts. I clear the stairs and stalk across the command deck.
The terror clouding the beta’s face as he notices me satisfies the beast prowling within my veins. I grab his wrists and wrench his arms in opposite directions. His shoulders pop. He screams in agony. The tiny female between us shrieks and ducks to the side. I lift the male by his neck and slam him down on the railing. His back snaps. His arms flop uselessly above the waves. He doesn’t move. I release him and turn as his body splashes head first into the water.
The youngling runs toward the stairs, but trips on a rope halfway there. I lift her by the scruff. She kicks and flails, but my arm is too long for her to reach me.
“Be still or I’ll toss you overboard,” I growl.
She stops fighting.
I set her on her feet and clamp my hand over her shoulder.
“Either walk down the stairs on your own or I’ll hogtie you and give you to my men.”
Tears pour down her face. She curls her shoulders and sobs, but the sight only annoys me. Every second I don’t have the omega underneath me is another second my impatience grows.
“Now, female,” I demand.
She shuffles forward and almost falls down the stairs. I snarl and shake her shoulder just enough to shock her into compliance. She follows my silent instructions as I push her toward the center of the deck.
Blown pupils lift to meet mine. My mind mutes the noise of my men rounding up the raiders, creating a bubble of intimacy around me and the beautiful savage. Covered in gore and flushed with fury, my omega rises from her kill and squares her shoulders with mine. The animalistic fury shining from her eyes challenges my alpha instincts. I snarl and pull the youngling closer to my side.
My omega freezes. She locks eyes with the female beside me. The mania slowly leaks from her aura.
Pale green irises emerge as her pupils shrink. Her knuckles turn white around the handle of her knife and tremors wrack through her. Her shaking worsens as she notices the width of my shoulders and studies me from head to toe. The return of her fear hardens my cock to steel.
I tighten my grip on the youngling, enough to earn a whimper, and enjoy the anger flashing over my omega’s features.
“Drop the knife,” I say.
With a defiant glance at my face, she trains her gaze on my captive and swallows. My lust builds as she tucks her fear away and squares her shoulders. The blade clatters to the deck.
I shove the beta female toward Quade, my second in command, and catch my omega as she launches herself toward her. Intercepting her in midair, I swing and pin her against the bulkhead by her neck. My fingertips touch as I wrap them around the delicate column of her throat.
She fights like her life depends on it, kicking and thrashing while digging her nails into my wrist. I tighten my hold and growl. Terror clouds her expressive green eyes. She stops struggling.
The toes of her sandals barely touch the ground as she stares up at me. Her trembling vibrates up my arm. I tuck a crimson coated strand of hair behind her ear. She stiffens and digs her nails deeper into my wrist.
I smirk and lower my face an inch above hers.
“Sheath those claws, tiny tigress. What happens next depends on you.”
Her pupils shrink as my rumble sweeps through her. I trail my fingertip over her earlobe and deepen my growl.
