Page 49 of Prey for Me

But, for once in my life, I’m happy to be born an omega.

Because, battle scars and all, I was born to be their omega. I know this deep down in my shattered soul.

My alphas always know exactly what I need, exactly when I need it. And, right now, all I need is them. Their cruelty, their hatred, their years of isolated that have driven them mad. I need everything evil and broken and ugly within them to bond with every unworthy piece of me, so we can mend each other, and become something so fierce and vicious we take this island and drive it to the bottom of the sea.

I climb into Nakoa’s lap and without a word, he sinks his fangs into the base.

“Apex!”

We climb out, get dressed, and receive the briefing.

“We face the present by confronting the past,” Nakoa says.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

GRACE

Apartofmeispleased the Nakoa didn’t totally lie to me. When we met up with Packs Bravo, Delta, and Echo, they report back on their recon missions too. I was so wound up in grieving an empty watery tomb, that I hadn’t realized their was a possibility Nakoa and my pack did mean to save Faith. But now, with my last hope extinguished, I cling only to the plan. Our new tasks is simple: locate Blue Fox in the Lighthouse, the heart of the prison complex. A place they’ve avoided searching for some time, until the grid fell, and laid its treasures open for the taking.

“Apex?” Emilio asks, glancing at me for a millisecond, “I–”

“Dismissed,” Nakoa says with a sigh, anticipating his objection to me going. I’m not put off. I am dead weight compared to everyone. But unlike these alpha men fighting over men and the hope of a bonded mate…

I glance around, confused to see Leo is gone. Ever my fateful shadow, it’s rare that’s he’s gone for long. So where is he.

“Grace?”

Raphael reaches for me, falters, then tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. His eyes.

“We did mean to save her.”

“Thank you.”

“You don’t have to. If I had agreed sooner, maybe we could’ve found her body.”

“You went out of your way for a Wilder, for a woman you hate. Thank you, regardless, Raphael,” and I mean it.

His eyes are unreadable, hard sapphire stones set in his skull. He blinks, grits his teeth, groans.

“First,” he says, and the bitterness in his tone is palpable.

“Go find him and bring him back. He’s looking after the orphans for a while. But we don’t have time. Tell him Nadège will feed him if you have to. Just get back by dark.”

“Orphans?” I repeat.

“You’ll know when you see them.”

He scoffs and then presses on, and I don’t move to let go, to push away, since now scars and all, willing or unwilling, I am part of his pack. His omega, if only in name.

“Come back soon,” he says criptically before sending me away.

I don’t

Stray kittens and cats gather at my alpha’s feet. I watch, stunned, as they purr loudly. They’re not drawn only to the food he offers. They’re drawn to him like moths to a burning flame.

His flaming hair catches the wind, rippling like flames dancing in the air. I watch, mesmerized, as hoards of island cats gather, bringing him gifts as well as receiving food and affection.

What the hell is he? Some wicked alpha version of Snow White?

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