Page 117 of Rebel Fates

Serrat tries to chase after me and doesn’t have my luck. He’s far too large and the poor tree snaps with his mass.

I laugh and keep jumping from tree to tree to get away while Serrat looks stunned, but okay.

From up here, I see a waterfall and a lagoon ahead. I scale down my current tree and hurry over to it. I haven’t been swimming in ages. Dipping my toe in the water, I find it’s pleasantly cool. So I slip down into the pool and quietly swim over to the waterfall. I let it cascade down over me and smile with the sensation, getting lost in my private retreat when I hear someone approach.

If I were still wholly human, I wouldn’t have heard them, but I do now with my enhanced hearing. I slip back behind the falling water in a dry pocket created by an overhang.

“She’s entirely too good at this game,” Rok says and chuckles.

“I’m so frexing proud of her,” Zeek adds.

“The point is to catch her,” Serrat grumbles, but I can hear the humor in his voice.

“You’re just upset that she got an actual jump on you,” Crax teases.

“I hope she does the same to you. I’m supposed to be trained in this, she isn’t.” Serrat shakes his head.

“Maybe it’s her omega nature? Or maybe she’s just good at this,” Rok offers.

I preen with their praise. They are all formidable warriors, so to have their approval of my abilities means a lot.

“But if I don’t catch her soon, I might burst.” Zeek rubs his crotch. Then he jumps on top of Serrat, wrestling playfully.

I’m so entranced by their show, that I miss my jackal’s approach. Rok must have scented me.

He’s dog-paddling over to me quietly. I chuckle,Anubispaddling.

Rok wants to be the one to catch me first, that’s probably why he didn’t say anything to the others. Before he can get to my hidden location, I hurry to escape out of the waterfall and onto the shore opposite where the guys are now.

Before I can step onto the muddy shore, Rok is right behind me and grabs my ankle.

I fall, but somehow shake him off and scramble away.

The other three males see that I’ve been flushed out of hiding and race after me.

I run as fast as I can, but they are just as fast. Faster.

Or maybe I want to be caught.

Claws snag my skirt. Then my dress is shredded from behind, my ass exposed. I feel it being pulled from my body. I keep running, releasing the fabric so they can’t catch me.

Hands grab my hips. Heavy bodies collide with me. I’m encircled by massive arms and taken to the ground.

Surprised, I scream out. Mostly out of excitement.

My mates are on top of me. Huge paws grab my waist, my breasts. Fingers tease my holes.

My body is in full fight-or-flight mode. And… fuck mode.

They have been working me up for days, and I realize the thought of them fucking me into the ground, makes my center wet with just the image.

My skin heats, and with my wet skin from the pool, I feel like there’s actually steam coming off my body.

I kick and flail towin. Whatever the hell that means.

Serrat growls when I land a blow to his thigh. He pins me to the ground.

Crax is suddenly there. He flips me over onto my back and finishes ripping the shredded remains of the dress from my body.

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