Page 42 of Prey for Me

No horses but they’re hogs and hens.

He nods, dabbing at his nose. It’s been bleeding on and off since…

I block it out and offer him a torn piece of my dress. He raises an eyebrow as he takes it.

“We have other clothing for you, omega. The tailor can make you more if you don’t like what we’ve gather,” he says.

I shake my head, “I know but…”

He reaches over and slips his hand into mind, whistling. I’m learning all types of new things about this superpowered psychopath.

“Leo gathered what he could but it was all junk. But soon, once we locate Blue Fox, we can build a proper nest. I never wanted to put down roots like Pack Delta. Never wanted to accept living here forever. Now I have hope, because of you.”

“I’ve been called a diva, sassy, and a bitch,” I say pointedly, and he whinces at that, “But there’s no point in being humble when you know your worth.”

Nakoa grins, and I jump when he slaps my ass.

“Exactly. But next time, lower your shoulders. Your aim is decent, but your technique is rusty. normalcy thoroughly corrupted by this bullying bastard ruptured

He stops near the mouth of the cave as I peel my faded black dress off to wash it. It’s falling apart.

“What is it.”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For not being afraid of me.”

but beneath his charming smile is an alpha with dangerous secrets. They fear him, and that scares me. On this island, power is everything. So how powerful of an alpha is he to lead this pack?

“Why? Should I be afraid?” I ask.

“Never,” he says, and there’s no trace of hesitation.

“Hmm, I’ll take it. You may not be my mate, but for now, we’re a pack. Just don’t mind control me ever again. My head still aches bit,” I attempt a joke, but it doesn’t hit. He snarls. Oh shit.

Nakoa looks pointedly at my exposed neck, “You are my mate. I knew it the first time I laid eyes on you, all those years ago.”

What?

I pull away, and look at it him. Really look at him while I brush away the blood pooling near his nose again.

She was kind and a little scared. We just played with her dolls, and to her croutiers rushed her out:

Sounds like Faith, alright.

But all I kept thinking about and staring at was you.

“Hm…”

“What?”

“Maybe you should prove it.”

I’m coming in.

I sit at the edge of the pool created by the water fall, then I scrub the dirt and grime from my dress the best I can, but it’s useless. It’s ruined. I’m ruined, too, claimed by some savage alpha. A savage alpha who holds immense power I fear he can barely control inside him.

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