Omega's Destiny: Foxes of Scarlet Peak (An M'M Shifter MPreg Romance Book 5)(6)

Someone shifted behind me, and I darted out of the way, anticipating an attack. The alpha wolf soared past me and crashed into the dumpster. I gave him no time to recover, snatched his leg in my jaws and pulled as hard as I could until I heard a crack.

The alpha howled in pain as I whipped around to face the last man standing.

It was the leader. He hadn’t even shifted, which had me confused. Was he really that cocky, or was this guy not used to fighting even odds?

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” he asked me threateningly. “Do you have any idea who we are?”

I shifted back to human form and stood naked before him.

“That’s not the question you should be asking,” I told him. “The question you should be asking yourself is, ‘Do you know who I am?’”

The man scoffed and kicked the pizza bag across the ground to me.

“Take it,” he laughed. “We’ll come back for it – and more.”

I kicked the bag back to him.

“I’m not here for your product,” I told him, my eyes moving to the omega at his side. I had to keep my mind off his intoxicating scent until this was over. “I’m here for him.”

The alpha looked at me, then at the omega, and back at me again before bursting into a fit of laughter.

“Him!?” he roared. “Bobby? You’re here for him? What are you, his boyfriend or something?”

“Give him to me!” I bellowed. I could see by the look on his face that Bobby was as confused as the alpha was, but there was something else going on behind his eyes as he looked at me. Something that let me know that I wasn’t the only one feeling something.

And now he’s seen me naked, I couldn’t help but think to myself as the alpha shoved him toward me.

I caught him in my arms, and felt my knees go weak as his scent threatened to overtake me. The sweet smell, like cherries and lime, swirled in my nostrils like delicious tornados, funneling through my body and burying themselves deep in my soul.

“Don’t worry, Bobby,” I told him as I wrapped my arm around him and began to lead him away. “My name is Clint. Everything will be all right now. I’ve got you.”





5





Bobby





This is insane, I thought as I held on tight to Clint’s naked torso as we sped through the night on his bike.

I didn’t even know this alpha, and had just watched him tear three men apart, and I was willingly going home with him!

He was a dangerous man, that much was for sure. The way he’d gone through those three alphas from the Crimson Horses was unlike anything I’d ever seen. But if he’d wanted to hurt me, he could have easily done it back there.

No – Clint didn’t want to hurt me. In fact, he wanted the opposite.

Maybe it was the fact that he’d just saved my ass back there that made me get on his bike with him. Or maybe it was because if I didn’t, I’d have to stay there with Travis. Or maybe it was just my only real option at the time. But probably, it was because of the way I felt when I looked at him – when I smelled him.

His scent was the most beautiful thing I’d ever smelled. It was a thick manly musk, like I was inhaling the very concept of masculinity when I breathed in. It made me think of things – the smoke of a campfire, leather, old-fashioned shaving cream. It was hard to put my finger on. The only thing I knew for sure was that my body was responding just like my soul was.

My heart rate was still jacked, and it wasn’t from the tension of what had happened back at the clubhouse either. My arms were tingling, and my body was crying out in all of its most…primal ways.

He’s so strong, I thought as Clint leaned his bike into a turn and gunned the engine as we climbed a hill, leaving Stonington behind. Travis’ men hadn’t followed us, and at this speed, they’d have a hard time tracking our scent if they didn’t come after us soon.

Would they come for us? It was the question racing around in my mind as Clint’s bike roared through the night.

Us…

I was already thinking of the two of us together, as though it had already been decided on.

You don’t even know this man!

That was true, but at the same time, it felt as though I’d known him my entire life. Or maybe in a past life, like we’d been mates before and had been reborn in a new world and set out to find each other again. Was it possible for just a smell to do this to someone?

Obviously…

I tightened my grip on Clint’s torso as he took another turn and pulled onto a dirt road. There was a red gate in front of us, but Clint swerved his bike off the road and simply went around it. The bike lurched as we went down the slope into a ditch and back up again.

The trees began to close in around us, like my arms around his chest. There were no streetlights, and with the canopy above us, the moonlight couldn’t reach the ground. The only light was the light of Clint’s headlight as we made our way to wherever he was taking me.

This is crazy… I thought, but finally, a faint glow came into view and I saw where he was taking me.

A trailer. Not one of those hideous ones you see on cinder blocks on the side of the road with a sign that says: WILL TRADE FOR FIREWOOD. No, it was one of those sleek chrome ones like people put on the beach in Malibu when they can’t afford a house. It looked like a classic car that had been stretched out into a home. I didn’t know Clint, but somehow this made sense for him.