Chapter 2
Darius
Istare at the omega as she curses us from the other side of the ravine—chin lifted, eyes blazing.
I still can’t believe our luck.
An omega.
They’re rare. We haven’t had one in the pack since my mother, and she’s been dead for ten years.
They’re fragile, supposedly.
I look at the scrape of a girl. She doesn’t seem fragile. Not even close.
Movement had caught my eye earlier, near the treeline at the edge of our territory—a small, ragged wolf with matted fur.
At first, I thought it was a pup separated from its pack.
But then she turned, and I saw her eyes.
Those weren’t the eyes of a pup. Bright blue and fierce, staring right through me.
An omega.
Then her scent hit me. Stopped me dead in my tracks. Sweet and warm and unlike anything I’d ever encountered.
She bolted into the underbrush in a flash of fur. I let out a howl, calling my packmates. They appeared moments later, shifting into human form beside me.
“What’s got you riled up?” Archer said.
“An Omega. Scrawny little thing. Took off that way.” I was already moving to track her. She wasn’t getting away. The moment I caught her scent, everything else stopped mattering.
We stalked through the forest, exchanging looks. None of us could fucking believe it.
About an hour later, we spotted her back in human form. Brown hair whipped around a face that knocked the thoughts clean out of my head. A torn shirt barely covered her. Wild, untamed, and built like she’d been surviving on nothing but grit and spite.
Perfect for our pack.
I told the guys not to spook her. She obviously didn’t trust anyone, and we needed to look harmless.
But Elias? Fucker bolted the moment he saw her.
I thought about alpha-commanding him to stop, but once she started running, it was game over. We chased her through the woods like starving Neanderthals, all of us yapping like fucking teenage pups.
It wasn’t the smartest strategy; it was, in fact, monumentally stupid, but my wolf and I just couldn’t help ourselves. We were completely drunk on this omega’s scent.
I hadn’t felt this alive in years, which should have been a warning. The fact that she could evade us only made it better.
Fuck, this feral omega was perfect.
Then the ravine. She was heading straight for it, and she wasn’t slowing down. Didn’t hesitate, not even for a second, before she threw herself across. One moment, a slip of a girl. The next, a wolf sailing over the gap.
My gut clenched as her small form hung in the air.
She made it across. Landed hard, not gracefully, but alive on the other side while we skidded to a halt at the edge.
The omega had more balls than half the males I’d known, and none of us could look away. I’m pretty sure we were all rock-hard after that performance.
“Motherfucking dickbags!” she yells, whirling to face us from the other side. “Perverted cock-knots, I’ll gut you if you come near me!”
This girl’s got spirit. I’ll give her that. She’d be one hell of an addition to our pack—if we didn’t scare her into tearing our throats out first.
My wolf howls in anticipation. One way or another, I’ll have her. Those defiant eyes have burrowed under my skin. Something ugly and possessive rises in me. Not just desire. Protection twisted into ownership.
We retreat to the compound. Now that we’ve all scented her, there’s no way she can hide.
Game on, feral little omega. Run for now. We’ll find you again. There’s no way I’m leaving you out here alone.