Captive Omega by Eva Brandt


How is their four-way bond supposed to work? Luna has no idea. But her blood is on fire. Their kisses taste like death. And she is not afraid. She might be an Omega, but she will be a captive no longer…

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Luna Clayton and I looked at one another, and in her wide, blue eyes, I saw my own heart. Her silver curls spilled over her naked shoulders like a waterfall of starlight, and her creamy skin begged to be touched, kissed, and marked.

She was easily the most beautiful female I’d seen in my life. When she had come out of the tent, wearing nothing but the ceremonial gown of the Alpha’s mate, I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. She might be an Omega, I’d thought, but Rufus is still lucky to have her.

My loyalty to my pack and to my brother had helped me control my lust. But there was no controlling anything now. This female was mine—and my brother was still holding her hand.

The mating ribbons were still around their wrists. They had both said the vows, though she hadn’t received the brand yet. Rufus wanted that. He wanted to burn her skin and make it clear she belonged to him. He wanted to take my mate from me.

With an infuriated snarl, I shoved my brother away and sliced the ribbons apart. I grabbed Luna’s arm and pulled her toward me. She came easily, instinctively drawn to me just like I was to her.

In an ideal world, I would have just thrown her down and fucked her right there, in front of the pack. She would have allowed it. She would have embraced it, and I had a feeling her body would feel heavenly around my prick.

But this was not an ideal world, and my brother didn’t react well to my decision to challenge his authority. “Rowan… What the fuck?”

“She’s mine,” I snarled at him. “You can’t have her.”

“Is that a fact?” he asked, baring his fangs at me.

“That little slut belongs to me. Tonight, I’ll breed her and make her mine. Nobody can stop that, not even you.”

The mantle of the chaos descended upon us, and the bitter taste of rage and jealousy filled my mouth. “Over my dead body.”

“That can be arranged,” my brother said darkly, his eyes flickering in the increasing darkness.

\And then he was lunging at me, his body shifting mid-air. I changed shapes too, avoiding his attack and launching one of my own. He could have probably dodged, but for whatever reason, he chose not to. We rolled on the ground together, clawing and biting at each other, tearing into flesh, snapping bones, ignoring the pain of our wounds. He got in a lucky hit when he targeted my abdomen, and he came close to disemboweling me with his hind legs. I rolled my body sideways and took the blow on my flank instead, which saved me from getting my guts spilled all over the ground, but left me with an almost useless hind leg.

I didn’t let that stop me. Now that I’d found my mate, nothing, not even the chaos itself, would keep me from her.

“No!” I heard Luna scream.

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