Carnage Island (Reject Island)(15)

Some wolves have fated mates.

Carnage Wolves have a different form of fate—Alphas are inherently drawn to Omegas because they can take our knot. They’re also excellent with children and feisty as fuck.

We can technically choose to mate Betas or other Alphas, but most of us crave Omegas.

It’s only natural. We’re driven by the need to procreate, something Omegas are built to do with an Alpha.

It’s all about the knot.

And the alluring heat cycle Omegas go through every few months.

I’ve never experienced that wondrous bliss myself. But I’ve heard about it from other Alphas, and I’ve witnessed the rut it inspires in unmated Alphas as well.

If this female turns out to be an Omega, we’re going to have an island full of problems.

I reach the top of a hill, one that overlooks several of the others, and lead the little wolf toward our den.

We settled in this location because of its protective properties. No one can sneak up on us up here. And we can see for miles in every direction, giving us the opportunity to scout for potential incoming aircraft or boats.

We also have state of the art tech that provide alerts as well.

I shift back into human form to check the exterior monitor near the cabin door when we arrive, wanting to ensure there are no existing threats nearby. The only residual alarm on the screen is from the guards’ earlier shipment—which is currently sitting beside me and staring at a nearby tree with interest.

Another confirmation that the female inside isn’t in control, otherwise she would be eyeing the surveillance equipment.

Or my equipment, since it’s currently eye level with her wolf.

But her animal is more taken with the trees.

“Are you hungry?” I wonder out loud.

She cants her head at me in that curious manner she did on the beach. It’s not the same way she tricked the guard. This is genuine. Relaxed. Happy.

Definitely her wolf, I think, fighting a grin. Because the female inside would not be nearly as pleased with her current predicament.

Which is why Tieran wanted to postpone the welcome party.

We need to coax the human out first.

Which will require a bit of finesse and potentially some Alpha growls.

I purr for her instead, wanting to keep her happy as I open the door and step inside. She follows like an obedient little wolf, her nose taking in the scents of our living room and dining area.

I expect her to head toward the kitchen, but she plops down to roll around on a rug in the living room instead.

Leaning against the wood paneled wall, I watch as she scents off the rug, her belly fully exposed.

The human inside must be cringing.

Or maybe she’s too broken to even realize what’s happening.

With a yip, the wolf jumps to her feet again, her agility impressive considering she nearly drowned thirty minutes ago, and she takes off down the hallway.

I follow with a shake of my head, amused.

It’s like having a puppy.

Except this female is definitely full grown.

She heads into the guest room first because it’s the closest to the living area. “This is where you’ll sleep, if you’re good,” I tell her.

She snorts like she can understand me, and scoffs at the bed before turning around to march back into the hallway toward the back stairs.

“It’s rude to take yourself on your own tour,” I say conversationally as she bolts down the wood stairs to the level underground. “Tieran wouldn’t appreciate this.”

Not that I care.

He’ll live.

She walks right by the two offices at the bottom of the stairs and toward the rooms near the back. Mine is first, the door partially ajar.

She slips inside, her nose leading the way.

I take advantage of her self-possessed tour to grab a pair of flannels and tug them on.

She doesn’t even notice, too busy sniffing every inch of my room. When she spies my bed, I narrow my eyes. “Do not—”

She jumps right into it and starts to roll around, scenting off my sheets and blankets.

Sighing, I just shake my head.

This little thing is going to cause all sorts of trouble.

She hits Caius’s room next, noting his penchant for blue silk and rolling around happily in his formerly made bed. I don’t bother fixing it. He’ll know she was in here by her scent alone. May as well ensure he knows just what she was up to.

The final door is closed.

She paws at it and grunts.

“You don’t want to mess up Tieran’s bed, sweetling,” I tell her. “He won’t be pleased about it.”

She sits down in defiance, staring straight at the door.

“How about we go upstairs for some food instead?” I offer, suggesting a meal again.

The daring little wolf just huffs and lays down, clearly wanting inside Tieran’s room.

“You’re a bit of a brat, aren’t you?” I say it endearingly because I’m amused by her antics. “All right. If you want to piss off the Carnage Island Alpha, I’ll allow it. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

She perks up as I open his door.

Then she darts inside to start her sniffing tour all over again.

Tieran’s room is the darkest in terms of tones and general aura. But his bed is made with the same precision as Caius’s—which the little wolf promptly destroys.