Carnage Island (Reject Island)(55)

Or that’s been my experience, anyway. My father took an Omega to create an heir, yet he mated a Beta. Then he expected her—the Beta—to raise me as her own.

Mommy dearest didn’t approve.

She used me as a punching bag instead.

She loathed me.

The feeling was fucking mutual.

I dreamt of killing her so many times. But my father did the honors for me.

And my real mother, the Omega, was happily mated to a clan in another pack—the Black Mountain Pack.

Which is how I ended up on Alpha Umber’s doorstep. His Omega wasn’t my mother, but she lived in his pack. He took me in as his own, raised me with Tieran, and I maintained a very distant relationship with the female who birthed me.

A fucked up history of injustice, one that’s tainting my clan circle now.

“I’ll be fine, T,” I tell him, holding his gaze. It’s a slight change in the subject of conversation, but it’s one he immediately understands. “Clove isn’t the bitch who raised me. She’s strong. And she’s ours.”

He swallows, his gaze going to the sleeping Omega on the bed. She hasn’t stirred once during our conversation, probably because Caius and I have kept up a steady stream of purring for her. Mine faltered a bit in the last few minutes, but his didn’t.

It’s enough to keep her comfortable.

To ensure she knows she’s protected.

In a den that facilitates sleep.

The only thing missing is a nest—something she hasn’t started creating despite the ample sheets and clothes strewn around the room. We even brought her the sheets her wolf slept on in Tieran’s room. Nothing.

I brush my fingers through her hair and kiss the back of her head again. “Maybe you should try talking to her about it,” I suggest softly, my purr starting up again. “Tell her the concern and see how she reacts.”

“No Omega is going to be okay with her Alpha taking another female,” Tieran replies, a hint of pain in his voice. “And I would never want to hurt her in that way. Once I make her ours, she’ll be it for us.”

Which yields to the real issue at hand. “Your wolf won’t let you take another Omega.”

“No, he won’t,” he admits. “So I need to make sure she’s the right one.”

“She is,” Caius says, his voice certain. “She just needs a little more time to embrace her Omega wolf.”

Tieran studies her, silent once more. Then he stands and shucks off his pants. “We should sleep. I’ll make the preparations for her to join us on the mainland later this week. Until then, keep helping her accept her wolf.”

My lips quirk up. “Such a hard task.”

“So fucking difficult,” Caius echoes.

“You have no idea,” Tieran mutters, shifting in the next second to curl up against her legs.

“Try having her blow you,” I tell him, aware that he can’t reply now that he’s in wolf form. “It helps take the edge off.”

He grunts.

Caius grins. “It’s pretty fucking amazing. She’s a natural at it.”

“Because she’s ours,” I say.

“Yep,” Caius agrees, settling into the pillow and staring at the female between us. “Good night, beautiful.”

“Night,” I say, smirking since the words were for Clove and not for me. But we’re a clan for a reason. We have our shared interests and while we may not be physical with each other, we’re still intimately connected.

And soon, we’ll be mentally linked as well.

Via the bond to our Omega.

Our Clove.

Tieran may have reservations about her, but I don’t. She’s our future. And I’ll do everything I can to prove it.





22





CLOVE





My wolf is agitated.

I can feel her stirring beneath my skin, her fur rubbing against my nerves and demanding an outlet.

I just can’t figure out if the outlet she craves is a shift or a good knotting. Maybe both.

I’ve dreamt about Caius, Volt, and Tieran every night since going into heat. Each dream is progressively sexier, driving me mad with need.

A need that Caius and Volt have both seen to several mornings this week.

Just without their knots.

Which seems to only make my dreams that much more sensual.

I want them inside me, and not just in my mouth.

My wolf hums in agreement before irritating my skin once more.

“You’re in need of a shift,” Volt says as he enters the room with a towel wrapped around his hips. We just finished playing in the shower.

Without the knot, I think irritably.

None of them have properly fucked me since my estrus and that was several days ago. No, wait, a week ago.

My sense of time here is slipping.

It’s been a while. That’s what matters. And I want more than just a tongue between my legs.

Which makes me sound like a horny brat.

So I keep my mouth shut and just nod at Volt, agreeing with him regarding the shift. “I can feel her pressing against my skin.”

“I can taste that need in the air,” he says, and I wonder if he means my arousal or my wolf’s desire to be released.

Perhaps both.