Carnage Island (Reject Island)(41)

I understand she has Nantahala genetics in her as well, but the only way she could have been created is if an Alpha knotted her mother.

Which means her mother either also had Carnage Wolf ancestry or was a very unique breed of wolf.

Regardless, the Carnage part of her is going to dominate the Nantahala side. The process started when she first shifted.

She’s becoming one with her wolf.

And when that merger completes itself, she’ll very likely go into a full estrus cycle.

Which is when we’ll claim her.

Tieran already spoke to his father about it, asking if he knew of any other half-breeds that turned Omega in the past. There was only one case Alpha Umber knew about, and that female did become a full Omega once taken by her Alpha clan.

He told Tieran this is his final test—to claim the Omega. Once our clan is done, we’ll gain the required favor of the pack and Tieran will be able to return as the incoming Black Mountain Alpha.

It’s almost a circumstance of fate that we couldn’t complete the mating process with Clove. Because it means we have to protect her on an island full of eligible Alpha clans now. And not only that, we need to ensure they respect our claim without the official links in place.

It’ll be a trial of honor, one we desperately need to pass for our dreams of vengeance to come to fruition.

I’m not concerned.

Neither are Tieran or Volt.

But our little Omega needs to understand that she’s ours, that we’re going to claim her even if her mixed heritage proves to be an issue.

Which I strongly suspect it won’t.

“Volt’s in the kitchen making something spicy,” I say when she doesn’t respond to my question about dinner. “He started cooking when we sensed you waking up, and Tieran is off working on his plan for damage control. So I’m in charge of taking care of you. Now, do you want to play with my knot? Or would you prefer to eat first?”

She blinks at me, her cheeks blossoming with color. It’s an adorably innocent expression considering what happened earlier today.

But that blush tells me her preference.

“Knot it is,” I murmur, smiling.

She doesn’t just need a distraction, she needs an unspoken vow.

Sometimes it’s not about words, but actions. She can question her lineage all she wants. Her wolf will prove her wrong.

I press my lips to hers, coaxing her to open up for me with a gentle stroke of my tongue.

She does.

Because she’s an Omega craving her Alpha’s touch.

Clove wants my strength and reassurance. The sweet little wolf has been fighting alone all week and I’m telling her with my mouth that she’s no longer on her own.

She has me. She has Tieran. She has Volt.

We won’t let her down.

We won’t give up on her.

We will protect her until the end.

You're ours now, I’m telling her with my mouth. And we will wait for as long as it takes for you to understand what that means.

A soft shudder rolls through her, making me purr. I love her reactions. They’re so potent and addictive. I want to taste her, to lick every inch of her body and feel her come against my tongue.

But I also want her to be confident.

I want her to recognize her place is here with us.

Time doesn’t matter.

Our wolves know their mates and her soul calls to mine; it calls to us all. I felt it during her initial heat, that demand to take her and make her ours. It wasn’t just from my animal’s desire to rut, it was a yearning that came from my wolf’s spirit.

This female sets all my blood on fire.

And I would be a fool to ignore that reaction.

Her palms meet my shoulders, not to push me away, but to explore.

I grin again, allowing her to pet me to her heart’s content while I continue to kiss her softly with just a little bit of tongue.

She’s sore. She’s still tired. She’s confused.

So I won’t push.

But I will let her use me to sate her curiosity, which she does as her small hands trail down my arms. She’s letting her wolf lead. I can feel the pretty animal pulsating beneath me, calling to my beast and urging him to play.

This is what Carnage Wolves are all about—we thrive on sensation and life. We follow our instincts. We don’t block the animalistic cravings inside ourselves, and we absolutely do not let our human sides rule our decisions.

It’s why Volt can kill without a questioning thought.

How Tieran leads without remorse.

And it’s what I truly love about being a Carnage Wolf.

I’m not shy. I take what I want when I want it. Because I can.

I slip my palm to her nape, asserting my dominance while continuing to kiss her gently. Her hands are near my sides now, running up my rib cage and back to my shoulders.

I don’t rush her.

I let her lead.

She can feel my arousal. It’s throbbing against her slick heat, beating a pulse of desire that she can absolutely sense through the thin layer of pants between us.

I pull back a little to study her alluring brown eyes. Her wolf peeks up at me, darkening the irises to a near black shade.

“You can touch my knot,” I tell her. “I won’t make you take it. I won’t even ask you to stroke it. I want you to be comfortable, Clove. I want you to understand who we are and why you’re one of us.”