Alpha Sovereign And His Omega

ow many days he s

ngry cause I give him all my food. I'm alway

his brow knit like he's fighting demons behind closed eyes. I change his bandages in silence, cut open

im. Like it eases something inside him. Tha

they'd make the kind of cuts that he had across his abdomen and chest. His

this? What war

just under the curve where his waistband clings to him, is a birthmark. Dark, jagged

ows. My bre

e one. A mirror image of it. Same spot. Same s

razing the edge with

re the

ust... coincidence.

. My hands shake. I've never stitched flesh before-only hides and fabric. B

pull the needle through his skin. "Lycans don't exactly say thank you to

d me. The wind howls th

doing. With you. With

itch and tie it off

his effort, I swear I'll raise yo

witch. Jus

the first t

night

NIGHT- IN

I shouldn't be wandering, not with wolves s

t until the trees part with a

rr

rking like sin in moonlight. He's half-shifted again, gold

little fox?" he says, voice

eded

ve asked fo

n't wa

ked in charm. His gaze lingers-on my lips, on the curve o

de you just to torment the rest of us. That body, that mouth, those eyes..." He shak

step back

ike yourself," he interr

ing as he takes in my

t's a male's." His eyes narrow

ou're talking about,

to friendly. "You better not. I think I should pay y

howl splits the night. He glan

think this is over, little fox. You're mi

disappears i

T THE

d me and press my bac

ng beside him, I check his pulse. It's steady and

m, brushing damp h

isper. "And what ar

m again, head resti

he still ha

els safe b

why that se

MO'S

e to

y muscles, wrapping around my ribs and squeezing. My every breath is a

se it

e st

clo

t be broken-

re

touches of burned herbs. The softness of a fur pel

where

the ramblings of the g

Far from the Packlan

place is

's

d agony. The voice that stitched itself through th

o

ar

ne

athing before

then

and uneven. A single sliver of light cuts

under her. She snores silently. For some rea

sh

te

eautiful creatur

tty. No

stat

breasts and waist so narrow it looks like a man's hands were made just to hold it. Hip

her

o

nha

n in my bod

ing struck b

eyes fla

e me like a hurrica

a

y skull, through every s

Mate

Not

claws threatening to tear through my

nt

nt

afford t

. Not when I'm still bleeding f

't know who th

she want

this can't be

her I knew she wasn't a simple Omega. She carries the scent of an

nce in my chest.

e one who betrayed

while I was still shifting. The one

d clung to hi

it cling

from the corn

know I'm awa

o

k I'm still

nd speak her secre

when I

o find out

she k

creature wearing the sce

have truly cursed

she's

pro

des

g into he

er come