Chapter 7

Morwenna

I must be dreaming. This can't be real. Even my dreams as a child were never this fantastical.

Shelves full of soft, fluffy things line the walls. A couch sits at the front of the room, layered with smaller blankets and throw pillows. Three doors to our right lead to mystery rooms. The entire back half of the room is one massive sleeping alcove, with four mattresses wedged together and stacks of linen acting as the head and sideboards.

My hands itch to dive into the materials, but my alpha tucks a finger under my chin and guides my attention to his face.

"This is all yours now, but I have to be honest. I didn't gather them with the best intentions," he says.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

He stalks to the closest door and removes a chain before twisting the knob and pushing it open. Other than a thin sleeping pad, a single pillow, and a small blanket tucked in the corner, the room is completely empty. The bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling and the stark white walls make the space seem cold and unwelcoming.

"You'll never sleep in here. Your place is with me in a shared nest. We'll find a new purpose for this room," he growls.

I can't speak through the lump in my throat.

I blink and fight a wave of cold as I piece together the meaning behind his words.

He meant to parade me through the carefully curated omega wonderland before he locked me away in this miserable, lonely, barren room.

The last time I had a proper nest was when my mother was still alive. Compared to the room my father locked me in, this one is worlds better. I swing my gaze up to Russt.

"There are no holes in the walls for rats to crawl through, the floor is clean, and you gave me both a pillow and a blanket. It's a hell of a lot better than what I've had the last few years," I say through numb lips.

His pupils shrink. He stares at me for a long moment before swinging around and setting me on the desk tucked in the corner. My feet dangle toward the ground. I wrap the towel tighter around me. A chill runs down my spine as he steps away.

Wood cracks as he kicks the center of the door.

One kick and the solid panel becomes two. Splintered wood clatters to the floor. With one violent shove of his bare foot, he removes the possibility of me suffering through another cold, miserable night alone.

He yanks the broken panel off the hinges and tosses it deeper into the barren room before stalking toward me.

I fight through a barrage of emotion. Concern over his bare feet as he walks through the mess. Disbelief in his extreme solution. Joy over his understanding. Hope. Lust.

His monstrous cock defies gravity as he stalks toward me.

He envelopes me in his enormous arms and pulls me off the desk. My toes barely reach the ground before he pulls me up his body and stalks across the room. With my arms trapped inside my towel, I can't catch my fall when he drops me onto the mattresses in the sleeping alcove. I squeak and bounce before his massive body covers mine.

"This is where you belong, Morwenna. Writhing underneath me. Now build a nest so I can rut you into oblivion and knot you for days. Gods, I can't wait to mark this pretty little neck," he groans against my throat.

Need curls my toes and blanks my mind. I wriggle to free my arms, but he licks a line up the sensitive column of my throat and stands. A whine leaks from my chest. He took his warmth with him. I want it back.

Emptiness plagues my insides. My core clamps on nothing. Pain rips through my body.

Rubbing my thighs together brings me no relief.

I need him.

He drops a stack of blankets onto me. The weight shocks me.

These are no threadbare sheets. The heft alone stuns me, but the different textures and thickness cast a spell around me.

Instincts take over, drowning out the worry lingering in the back of my mind, and I sink into peace as I let my body's natural urges take over. I knead, sort, nuzzle, and choose the softest blanket to use as the base, but when I spread it over the mattresses, it seems all wrong.

I pull the fabric into my lap and hug it to my chest. None of the others have the right texture. This one must be the layer we lie on.

I clutch it tighter and trace the pretty designs with my fingertips.

"What's wrong, little mouse?"

I startle at the deep, masculine voice and blush in embarrassment as I meet his eyes.

Conviction settles in my bones.

I forgot he was here because my omega self feels comfortable with him.

I pin the blanket to my chest with one arm before I crawl to the edge of the mattress and shove it up at him. He grunts in surprise and takes the quilt from me. When he doesn't move, I growl, rise, and rub the fabric over his chest and abs with aggravated vigor. He chuckles and covers my hands with his.

"Okay, Morwenna. I get it. I'll scent mark anything you want me to," he promises.

I huff and turn to choose the next item, but his thick fingers wrap around my arm and stop me. A feral rumble escapes my chest.

He closes his mouth and releases me. I drop to the mattress and gather a quilt, two blankets, and a silky sheet. When I return to him, he looks at my outstretched hand skeptically before handing over the piece I intend to make the foundation of my most epic creation.

The moment he hands me the blanket, I know it still isn't right. His quirked brow irks me to no end.

"What?" I snap.

"Are you sure that's enough of my scent?"

The material radiates his body heat, but the smell isn't right. He chuckles and leans down to lift my chin with his knuckle.

"You're so fucking cute when you pout. Use me however you need, little mouse. Stroke my cock with the blanket and fill it with the scent you really crave," he says in a deep, hypnotic voice.

I shiver and impatiently push his hand away from my face before draping the fabric over his cock and wrapping both hands around his thick girth. His low groan fills me with pride. I stroke him from base to tip before rearranging the blanket and repeating the movement.

A wet splotch grows. My mouth waters as his delicious male musk fills my nostrils. I can't resist.

He snarls, grabs my hair, and yanks my head back.

"No. Nest," he demands.

I scowl up at my austere beast. The scar running down the side of his head gleams in the overhead light, but not a trace of fear rises in me. All I see is the bottomless devotion shining from his familiar eyes.

He was handsome as a boy, but as an adult male, he's devastating.

As my alpha, he's perfect.

He slides his toes under the pile I gathered and lifts, threatening to disrupt my organization.

I hiss and fall prey to his game, snatching the blanket and tossing the quilt at him. As he properly scents the next item, I spread the base layer and lovingly smooth the damp spots before thrusting my empty hand toward him, silently demanding the quilt.

The world fades away. Nothing matters beyond perfecting my nest and the alpha watching my every move with heated eyes.

I can no longer forget his presence. My senses hyper focus on him as my cramps worsen. I long for his touch. He's too far away, but I'll kill him if he interrupts my process.

This nest is mine. My joy. My responsibility. My gift to him.

I use dozens of pillows, cushions, rugs, towels, and other miscellaneous items. Whatever soft thing he offers me, I include in my creation.

Pride swells through me as I settle into the center of my finished work and check the size and feel. Satisfied, I take a deep breath and release it on a sigh.

Only one thing missing. I crawl to the edge of my nest and reach through the layers to tug the last required item into place. My alpha's broad shoulders fill my vision. I purr and return his smile as he follows my lead and crawls to the center.

My nest becomes the safest, most comfortable haven in the entire dystopian world as the alpha of my dreams settles onto his back and pulls me on top of him.

His massive, hard body steals my focus. It's terrifying, thrilling, and enticing, and even though a small part of me yearns to run away screaming. I wrap my knees around his hips and splay my fingers over his shoulders. Slick coats his belly and groin as I rub my nipples over the hard ridges of his abs.

He's so big.

His growl of impatience scrambles my brain, and I gasp as he cups the back of my head and pulls me up his body to claim my lips.

I drown in his urgent domination, too caught up in the hot glide of his tongue against mine to notice as he rolls us over and pins me onto my back. With firm hands, he cups my breasts and tweaks my nipples, skyrocketing me into need so great I can hardly breathe. When he pulls his lips away from mine, I whine and seek more, but he's too occupied trailing down my throat and sucking at my collarbone to heed my plea.

I thread my fingers into his hair and cling to him as he mends my heart further with gentle sweeps of his lips over my bruises. Without a word, he agonizes over and apologizes for the pain I've endured. He heals me with gentle attention amidst the storm of arousal.

Silent tears slip down my temples, but before I break into sobs, he takes my nipple into his mouth and swirls his tongue around the sensitive peak. My hips buck. Fresh slick smears over his abdomen.

I need more. Now.

He pins my knees to my shoulders, knocking my hands out of his hair, and drops his face between my legs with a feral snarl.

I die a billion glorious deaths as he consumes me with ravenous hunger, shattering over and over with every thrust and flick of his tongue and change in suction from his impatient mouth.

When he releases my legs and presses his front against mine, I heave, rubbing our chests together, and revel in our size difference, my senses too overwhelmed to handle deeper thoughts. He licks the sweat from my brow and parts my legs. I gasp as he grinds his hips into mine, the long, hard length of his cock massive against my stomach.

There's no way he'll fit. I'll never survive.

I need him.

He lifts his hips and nips the top of my ear, sending electricity down my spine as he fits himself to my entrance. I scream and throw my head against the pillow as he pushes into me. The glorious, horrible stretching is too much, yet not enough.

I need more. His soul will do.

I lunge upward and bite his shoulder, uncaring about the strain on my neck as his blood coats my tongue. The rich, coppery taste of his lifeblood steals my senses as his masculine presence settles within my chest as a partial bond forms between us. His low, tortured rumble vibrates through my core, and I jerk my mouth away from him as he pulls out and returns to my entrance double the original size.

His blood drips onto my cheek as I look down our bodies. He pushes two fingers into my pussy.

"What are you doing to me?"

With his jaw clenched and sweat pouring off his shaking body, he growls and slowly works his fingers in and out of me as he responds.

"I'm preparing you. Stretching you. You're so tight and wet. Fuck, I don't want to hurt you, but—" his cock leaks against my hip, filling our cocoon with decadent alpha pheromones, "I need you, little mouse."

He curls his fingers inside me. I detonate. Explosion after explosion demolishes my grip on reality. I fly amidst fireworks, blind to everything except the male mastering my body.

He replaces his fingers with the impossibly broad head of his cock. Slick gushes between us as he works his tip into me with small, tightly controlled thrusts of his hips. I forget how to breathe as he invades my convulsing channel in small increments. I burn hotter as he stretches me. It's too much. It hurts.

He's too big.

He brackets my head and shoulders with his forearms and wraps his massive hands over the top of my head, creating a living cage of man within my nest and holding me exactly where he wants me. I whimper at the overload of sensations.

He ducks his head and sinks his teeth into my shoulder as he thrusts his cock so deep within me his partially engorged knot stretches my folds.

Orgasm after orgasm carries me through kaleidoscopic worlds as our hearts meld. He fucks me with wild abandon, growling and snarling, licking and sucking, and invading and retreating in a timeless rhythm until love and violence merge.

With sweat, slick, blood, and alpha aggression perfuming our nest, he works his knot deeper and deeper into my body until his tip hits my sensitive cervix. I open my mouth on a silent scream as he shoves deeper. His knot balloons behind my pubic bone, rearranging my insides and compressing my G-spot. I launch into a life altering release as his shaft jerks within me and liquid fire spurts from his tip and floods my core.

With our bond glowing between us and our bodies locked together, we dive into each other's mouths, completing our union with a frenzied duel of teeth and tongues.

Everything hurts. I've never felt so whole in my entire life. He nips my bottom lip. I hook my arms around his nape and pull his forehead down to mine, needing him as close as possible.

"I'm sorry, Morwenna. I tried to go slow, but you're too perfect," he murmurs.

My nipples brush against the hard planes of his chest with every heaving breath. His shaft shifts within me, scrambling my senses as he releases another wave of seed into my womb. He brushes my tears away with his thumbs.

"You know I forgive you, right?"

My voice is so husky it doesn't sound like mine. He groans and kisses the tip of my nose before meeting my eyes.

"I know, but I haven't earned it yet," he says.

I huff. Even if I could articulate my thoughts, nothing I say would convince him otherwise, even though he's already proven himself worthy of my devotion.

I no longer blame him for my years of loneliness. He was only thirteen when my father killed his parents and broke his heart with horrible lies. I'll remember the burden and desperation of loneliness for my entire life, but I'll never be alone again. I'll always have him to hold. Always have him to share miseries with.

When he saw my bruises and scars in the shower, he walked away with rage and despair in his eyes and returned with bloody knuckles, gentle hands, and the single-minded determination of an alpha on a mission to woo his omega.

When I hid behind my hands, he patiently took care of me and eventually coaxed me out of my shell instead of using force.

Instead of hiding his plan to lock me in a barren cell and torture me with neglect, he told me the truth, saw my numb reaction, and destroyed the door, removing the possibility of it ever happening.

He's the only one in my life who has ever acted in violence on my behalf. Not only did he smash the door and end my emotional turmoil, but he fought three beta men and saved me in the market over a decade ago.

I grab his wrist, bring his hand to my lips, and curl his fingers over mine, using both hands to hold him the way he held me after we'd run like hell and hidden in the hall so many years ago. I kiss his swollen, bloody knuckles and repeat the words he told me the day before our lives fell apart.

"Don't worry, love. I'll always protect you. You're mine. Forever." I pull his hand to my chest, press it down over my heart, and caress the scar running down his face. "Forever, Russt. I love you."

A tear slips from his lashes and lands on my cheek. Our mate bond glows with happiness. His eyes shine with devotion and love.

I don't need to hear his words to feel how deeply he cares for me, but I relish the gruffness of my alpha's voice as he opens his heart to mine.

"I love you, too, Morwenna. My little mouse. My perfect female. My omega mate."

He kisses my forehead and the tip of my nose before taking my mouth in a heartfelt, addictive kiss.

His cock jerks within me. I groan and launch into a volley of mind blowing orgasms as his knot shifts against my G-spot and his tip spurts more seed into my womb.

I find bliss. Surrounded, invaded, and flooded by The Dreadnought , I drown in euphoria. Peace spreads throughout my soul and pulses within our mate bond. Joy mutes the pain and suffering of our past, opening our hearts to hope for the future.

Neither of us will ever be lonely again.

Russt is mine and I'm his.

I'll nurture and challenge him. He'll protect and pamper me. We'll heal and build our own happily ever after.

Together.

Forever.