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“Deal?”

She inclined her head in sign of agreement.

“Good. Now, if you’d please open your legs, I’ll fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked, because, frankly, your display of dominance was as hot as it was infuriating.”

Her mouth opened in shock as he smirked down at her. She’d genuinely believed he’d been pissed for a second. But it looked like he’d just messed with her to keep her on her toes - and to reassert his dominance. Her cat was both impressed and calmed down by it; she didn’t push the urge to take a chunk out of his arm now, in any case.

Glancing left, she saw that her hand was back to normal.

“Come on, sweetheart. We haven’t got all day. And I can’t wait to get inside you.”

She parted her legs, and immediately moaned as he shoved a finger deep in her pussy without preamble.

Chapter 16

Running Away

Ola spent most of the afternoon with the kids, ignoring the strangers who wanted a place in this large, dysfunctional, yet beautiful pride. She loved every single one of them. She even loved Zack. How could she not?

But that didn’t matter. Nothing did now.

She’d seen it with her own eyes - before Daunte rushed to rescue her like she was a damsel in distress. A gorgeous tigress who smelled like Clari. Or rather, what Clari would have smelled of if she hadn’t been born human.

So, that was that. Zackary was a Turner.

There were reasons why Turners were killed - good ones, or no one would have condoned the slaughtering of children. It was a sacrifice for the greater good; one child in hundreds of thousands died so that their entire race may carry on living in peace, without being persecuted.

And that was what would happen to Zack. Because she’d seen war, she wouldn’t let it be the fate of her entire race out of attachment. She couldn’t.

No one paid attention to her leaving. Rye was a good Alpha, not too controlling. She was allowed to come and go as she pleased, when she wasn’t on an assignment. But they might have noticed that she was carrying a large suitcase, if they hadn’t been distracted by Zack, the potential new recruits, and the news that Clari and Daunte had mated.

Ola was lucky she got away, though. She knew there was a chance Hsu might have seen - and prevented - her departure. Not that it would make any difference. She’d already sent an email to the Shifter Council. She was only leaving because, if she didn’t, there was no doubt that the members of the Wyvern Pride would kill her for what she’d done.

Her car just passed the borders of their territory; she breathed out in relief.

She’d made it.

Then, all of a sudden, an all too familiar silhouette appeared in the middle of the road.

Shit. Shit.

She can’t stop the car, Ola told herself. She hit the accelerator, driving at high speed.

The woman didn’t move at first; then, she started running towards the moving vehicle.

What the hell?

Before her astounded eyes, Ola saw Aisling Cross-Wayland jump up to the hood of her car, then heard her land on the roof. With a single punch, her first tore through metal, and her claws sliced through it like it was made of cardboard.

The Alpha female grabbed her by the throat as she screamed.

“I’m glad it’s you. I liked you the least,” she told her, before punching through her ribcage and clawing her heart out.

Ace jumped down from the car before it swerved out of control, and disappeared into the woods.

There was no denying it, no words needed to try to justify it. Clari was his. She may not have been born his fated mate, but she’d been changed into it. Her dominance level was equal to his - which meant she’d win when she pushed, he’d win when he did; but, together, they were going to be perfect. Eventually. Like, not half an hour after her first shift when she had zero clue what world she’d been launched into.

He’d claim her - or she’d claim him - soon enough. Hopefully, not right now.

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