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So wat is she lookin’ at?

I see ’er face morph intu one o’ pain as she goes tu turn around, but a crack is heard. Jus’ as me Omega does, she wastes no time gettin’ ready. I lower me stance, ready tu pounce on the feckers who dare surround me Omega.

But she makes quick work out o’ two an’ the other pussy goes tu lunge fer ’er, but befer ’e gets tu ’er, I drop the mirage an’ bat ’im out o’ the air.

“You foundme!” she exclaims, sendin’ rage t’rough me veins

“I’ll feckin’ deal wit’ yu later!”I growl, graspin’ anotha in me jaw, crushin’ ’is skull.

One by one, wit’ ’er at me side, fightin’ jus’ as hard, rippin’ ’em tu shreds! Until none are left… until it’s jus’ ’er an’ I, pantin’, soaked in blood an’ gazin’ at one anotha.

“Murdoch, I?—”

“Du na speak!”I growl. I expect me Omega tu fight, but wit’ no hesitation, she quiets an’ I scoop ’er intu me arms, carryin’ ’er off, tryin’ tu contain me anger.

Chapter 12

The Claiming

EMERALD

Surrounded by the dead, I watch him in awe, waiting for him to yell, roar, or shout, but nothing comes.

“Yu ran from me.”

My heart…

“I did…”

“Yu endangered yer life,”he speaks quietly, though his voice might as well be thunder.

I look away, shame crawling upmy throat.

“I know.”

He steps forward, growling, still in his Lycan form.

“Yu fergot who yu belong tu.”

I swallow, shivering, panting at the pheromones emanating from his body.

“I didn’t forget.”

He pauses, and his voice drops lower than I’ve ever heard it.

“Then prove it,”he challenges. My breath hitches in my throat, and my pussy clenches.Prove it…?

The words burn in my ears and light a blaze in my gut because the part of me that is too ashamed is bashful to admit to wanting this punishment. Because a part of my body… is scared to say that itachesfor his correction… one I haven’t asked for yet crave all the same.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

“Prove. It! You dinna get tu say sorry an’ t’ink it’s enough,”he growls.“I need tufeelit.”

I pant, glancing up at the at the sky, feeling the heat rise up in me. However, I stomp it down somehow. I don’t want his moment to be drowned out by fever.I want him to know just how I feel.My heart races, and even though they’re bloody, I feel my palms sweat as I slide to my knees and bow at his feet.

Though my head is bowed, I can’t get rid of the sight of blood that clings to his hands, his chest, and his jaw out of my head. Although none of it is mine, it was spilledfor me. Powerful… strong…mine!The mere thought sends chills of ecstasy down my spine.

That alone should make me feel somewhat safe in his presence, but I don’t. His bitter gaze bares down on me, sucking the air from my lungs, the rage boiling within him clear and evident from his aura alone. I don’t blame him… not after what I did.

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