Page 29 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

“Enjoying the show?” I snap at them as I dash past.

“Immensely,” Damon replies, his deep voice tinged with humor. “It’s not often we see Gunnar work this hard for anything.”

“She’s making him earn it,” Max chuckles. “And she looks so cute running around with cum all over her thighs.”

Their casual banter infuriates me, but I don’t have time to dwell on it.

Omegas like me are small, and we don’t have a chance against an alpha’s hunting instinct, but we’re fast. I hear Gunnar gaining ground behind me, and I push myself faster, rounding a corner and darting into the maze of tall bookshelves.

I take a left amongst the shelves, then a right, hoping to lose Gunnar in the labyrinth. My heart hammers against my ribs, my breath coming in sharp gasps that burn my lungs.

The chase should terrify me. It should make me feel hunted and violated. Instead, with each step, I feel a growing, insistent throb between my thighs.

My nipples have hardened to sensitive peaks, and I’m mortifyingly aware of the slick coating of my inner thighs.

I slow my pace, trying to quiet my breathing. Perhaps if I stay still, hidden among the shadows, Gunnar will pass me by. I press my back against a shelf, feeling the cool wood against my heated skin.

The library has gone eerily quiet.

I can no longer hear Gunnar’s footsteps or the murmured conversation of Damon and Max in the distance. All I can hear is my heart pounding and the soft rasp of my breathing.

Minutes tick by, or perhaps only seconds. Gradually, I begin to relax, wondering if I’ve managed to evade Gunnar.

That’s when I hear a low, harsh panting behind me.

Not human breathing. Something deeper, more guttural. The sound freezes me mid-step, a chill racing down my spine despite the heat of my skin.

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The far endof the aisle is shrouded in shadow, but within that darkness, two golden eyes gleam like coins. As my vision adjusts, the outline of a massive wolf takes shape—its shoulders easily reaching the height of my waist, its powerful body blocking the entire width of the aisle.

Gunnar.

I've never seen any of the pack members in their wolf forms before. The transformation is both magnificent and terrifying. His fur is a rich, dark blonde, almost bronze, where the dim light catches it. The powerful muscles beneath his fur ripple as he takes a step toward me, then another.

My eyes widen as my gaze travels from his muscular wolf form down to what hangs prominently between his hind legs- his erection, fully extended from its sheath.

It’s shockingly large, an angry purple-red against his fur, with a prominent knot at the base that makes my inner walls clench involuntarily at the sight.

He’s been wanting to knot my ass.Fuck. Fuck.

I back away instinctively, my hands dropping to brace against the shelves on either side of me.

“Oh my god,” I whisper as he advances toward me. In wolf form, his presence is even more overwhelming than it was as a man—pure predator, pure alpha. His muzzle parts slightly, revealing sharp teeth as his tongue lolls out, tasting the air thick with my omega scent.

I continue backing up until I feel the solid presence of another bookshelf behind me.

I’m cornered now, trapped between shelves on three sides and a massive, aroused wolf on the fourth. My breathing comes in short, panicked bursts as reality settles over me.

He shifted. Heactuallyshifted to chase me.

The primitive display of dominance should repel me, but instead, it speaks to something equally primitive in my omega nature. The fear coursing through me mixes with my intense horniness, my body responding to his cock with another rush of slick between my thighs.

Gunnar’s nostrils flare, picking up the scent of my arousal as he growls.

I press myself harder against the bookshelf at my back, feeling the edges of books dig into my skin.

“Gunnar,” I whisper, finding my voice at last. “What are you doing?”

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