Chapter 2

My mouth waters as her pheromones punch into my nostrils. The hints of her perfume wafting off her father were nothing compared to the sweetness emanating from her pores. Even through the pungent alpha blood coating my knuckles, lust grips me so fiercely every thought drains from my mind.

Shuffling sounds from the wall behind her. I shift my gaze.

Sky blue irises disappear as her pupils blow. The omega launches herself at me. With her shoulder-length raven hair streaming behind her and her red lips twisted in a snarl, she’s the most gorgeous female I’ve ever seen.

Her curves crash against my front. I wrap my arms around her, caging her to me, but hiss as fiery pain spears into my side.

She jabs her blade into me three more times before I capture her wrist and pry the handle out of her grasp. Her furious snarls arrow straight to my balls. My hard cock strains against the confines of my trousers, desperate to sink into her tight, wriggling body.

I wrap my hand around her throat and shove her against the wall. She squeaks in pain but kicks at my shins and scratches at my arm until I press my front against hers and compress her jugular.

Despite being completely overpowered, she continues to fight, sinking her nails into my forearm and gouging away my flesh until blood drips off my elbow. Her wriggling entices my alpha instincts too much.

On the verge of losing control for the first time in my entire adult life, I snarl and wrap both hands around her throat. I press my hips harder into her, ensuring she feels the thick, hard length of my shaft against her stomach.

“Stop moving, little omega, before I rut you against the wall.”

She’s too far gone to hear me. I squeeze her throat while studying her face, afraid I’ll kill her in my alpha rage, yet struck with the certainty she’s strong enough to handle whatever I give her.

Warm delight blooms in my chest, thawing the icy grip of desperate revenge.

I grind my hips into her softness and flex my fingers. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she passes out.

The moment I release my grip, she jolts awake and gasps for breath.

With her nails still embedded in my forearm and confusion hazing her eyes, she studies my face. When understanding dawns, she swallows and shakes from head to toe. Tears shimmer in her eyes as her pupils retract, revealing her gorgeous blue irises.

“Don’t hurt them.”

Her husky voice travels up my arms and spreads throughout my entire nervous system like a drug.

She’s dangerous. She’s perfect. She’s mine.

“I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t hurt them,” she pleads.

My gut clenches and dark delight swirls through my alpha soul.

The fury lurking in her deceptively innocent blue eyes says differently. Her nails sink deeper into my arm.

“Sheathe those claws, kitten, before I sheathe myself inside that lying little mouth.”

Her eyes glaze at the rumble in my tone, but when the meaning of my words sinks in through the fog, she pulls her hands away, closes them into fists, and glares at me. The challenge entices my alpha instincts.

“I don’t lie,” she says.

I chuckle and shift one hand to cup the side of her face. She clamps her teeth together as I rub my thumb over her lips.

“So, you’d drop to your knees and open your mouth if I promised not to hurt whoever is hiding inside that wall?”

Her throat moves in my grip as she swallows. The moment stretches. She studies my face, flitting her attention between my eyes, searching for something, but I’m not sure what.

“No. I’d do it if you promised no one would hurt them. Give them your protection and I’ll give you my everything.”

Her proposal stuns me, not because I’m tempted, but because it shows the depths of her calculation. I growl and lower my lips to her ear. The position grinds my thick shaft harder into her soft belly.

“There’s only one thing wrong with that, kitten. I don’t want you to give me anything. I want you to hiss, spit, claw, and fight. I want you feral.”

Her pulse pounds against my palm and her shaking doubles. I relish the stench of fear permeating from her pores.

She shocks me yet again with a tremulous laugh.

“Good,” she snaps.

“Good?” I growl.

“It’ll be easier that way. I won’t have to pretend.”

I lean back and meet her gaze.

Her bottomless blue eyes suck me in and ensnare my soul with the pain and longing hidden within her beauty.

I snarl and tighten my grip around her throat.

“Then there’s no reason for me to promise you anything. You have no power here, kitten.”

After a moment of consideration, she smirks and pierces me with a glare so full of challenge my cock hardens to granite and my knot partially inflates. A thrill runs down my spine, so intense it infects my heart, and anticipation heightens my senses.

I blink in confusion when she closes her eyes and goes completely limp. Her entire weight settles on my hand around her neck. She slides down the wall until understanding snaps through me.

I snarl and fling her to the floor. She braces her fall, but then lowers herself to the rusty surface and lies like a rag doll.

My fury skyrockets.

I flip her onto her back and tear her loose, faded dress down the middle. Her dusky nipples pebble in the warm air. My fingers itch to pluck and twist, but other than her hands twitching along the floor and her pulse pounding in her throat, she doesn’t respond to my aggression.

I change tactics and lower my face to hers. With an iron grip around my control, I fight against my alpha instincts and tease her closed lips with gentle flicks of my tongue. Her sweetness nearly topples me over the edge into madness, but I refrain from purring by sheer force of will.

She will not deny me my revenge.

I trail my lips along her jaw and trace the shell of her ear with my tongue. She stiffens and balls her hands into fists but continues to ignore me.

Deciding I’ve had enough, I nip her ear and growl.

Her omega body reacts without her consent. She squeezes her closed eyes and clenches her thighs together. Her flesh pebbles and her nipples harden further. A flush colors her cheeks. Her pheromones thicken, but a sour note reveals she’s not quite ready for an alpha’s knot.

A garbled, wet laugh filters in through my mania. I lift my head to glare at the source.

Her father, held upright by his shoulders between two of my beta fighters, spits a glob of blood onto the floor before aiming his black and swollen eyes at me.

“She’s always been a bitch, but if I’d known she’d cause this much trouble, I’d have killed those runts and sold her years ago just to watch her ruin some other idiot’s life. Good luck getting anything but a headache from that wench,” he snickers and spits another string of bloody spit.

A red haze settles over my vision. Inexplicable fury fills me, but I shove it into the storm of hatred whirling in my soul, adding more fuel for my need for revenge. Lethal calm heightens my senses and clears my path ahead. I stand and yank the female to her feet, giving her the choice to either hang by her arm or support her own weight.

“Just because you were too weak to bring her to heel doesn’t mean I won’t have fun breaking her. Doesn’t this prove how worthless you are as an alpha?” I goad.

He sneers. I make eye contact with my men and jerk my chin toward the door. They drop him like he has the plague and stomp out of the room to block the hallway.

I turn my attention to his daughter.

“Call them out or I’ll send your father in to get them.”

Her blue irises shrink as her pupils grow. She grinds her teeth and yanks her arm out of my grip. I let her go and quirk a brow.

Blood oozes down my side and pain radiates through my abdomen, but I’ve had worse. Plus, her delicious perfume lends me strength.

She’ll pay for every drop of my blood she shed today.

But first, she’ll give me my revenge.