Chapter 22
Chapter twenty-two
Gage
Lyra is pure sin and temptation as she bounces on top of my lap, her pert, pink breasts jumping freely as she chases that glorious peak.
My teeth grit as I’m not too far behind.
I’m not falling for her; I’m just upholding my duty as Alpha. There is an Omega in need, in heat, so I offered up my services.
Wren may be her bonded Alpha now, but Lyra will always need more knots to get her through her heat.
That’s just how it is with packs. And she is very much a member of this pack now.
There are three Alphas in Pack Storm, and her Omega will want, no, need, all three to sate her.
However, Malakai still keeps his distance, and he really is a stubborn fool. Last time I checked in on him, he was sitting in the pen with Fidget.
And he hates that fox.
Or so he claims.
Yet when I found him this morning, he was bouncing a ball back and forth for the little creature. Fidget was elated, and it looked as if he was beginning to trust that Alpha.
Malakai truly is irksome. But he can’t hide anything from me.
I know he wants Lyra. He’s just in denial. He believes she will bring ruin to our pack, but I believe that she may just save us.
Besides, maybe it’s time we left the kingdom. There’s rumored to be a paradise beyond the desert for Alphas—Alphas just like me and my brothers, who have given up on the king and his corrupt ways.
Just maybe we can find a fresh start there and take Lyra with us. We just need to be brave enough to take that next step.
Lyra convulses around my cock, and I grip her back tightly, tempted to dig my nails into her soft, beautiful skin. But I hold back.
Instead, I follow her straight into paradise, hips juddering as I release inside her. When my knot swells, she gasps, eyes shuttering as I fill her out completely.
She adjusts around me, and I can’t help but smile at her proudly. “That’s right, little doe. Take all of me...”
Lyra cries out as I bury myself further, knowing she can take it. Take all of me. And she does, too.
Soon, her belly swells with my knot, and whenever I shift inside her, she shudders, curling her toes and fingers.
A purr escapes me, and now I brush her hair aside, finding my brother’s fresh teeth marks. I can see he has already tended to the wound, and I’m proud of him, too.
He always did have a healing nature. Hence why he was Mom’s favorite.
“Such a perfect little Omega, the way you take my whole knot. Such a good girl,” I whisper, thrusting inside her faster and harder as our hips snap together.
Lyra comes yet again, and it’s as if my praises have lit a fire beneath her. Her skin is certainly on fire as she’s burning on top of me.
My gaze keeps tracking toward her throat. To the spot beside my brother’s bond mark. My brother was smart when he bit her, hence why I wasn’t angry with him.
With his mark, the king has no more claim on Lyra. He would be stealing her away from us if he were to take her right now.
Which is why I reach across, patting the area my eyes marked out with my finger.
Lyra’s eyes flutter wide open, and I gaze into a vibrant field of violet. So beautiful.
When the Omega presents her throat to me, I see her thoughts are running along the same lines.
She wants me to claim her. Because with two Alpha marks, the king stands no chance at getting his grubby hands on her.
Over my dead body, he will get his disgusting hands on her again.
Lyra is ours.
She’s mine.
So, I do what any gentleman would do, and now I bite our new Omega.
My soul detaches from my body, and then I am floating in an endless abyss. Through the dark, I spy a bright light.
And it looks just like Lyra’s soul.
Our souls merge and entwine until they become one. And once it’s over, her emotions bleed into my own.
I feel her at last.
“Hello, little doe.”
She’s shy at first. But then I feel her at the edges of my awareness, smiling at me through the void.
“Hi.”
I smile, fangs dripping red with her blood. It is done. Lyra is now my Omega. And no one can keep us apart ever again.
It’s just a shame that my brother has to spoil the moment with his sour thoughts, but I push him aside, focusing on the beautiful new addition to our pack.
She’s still hesitant, and I can sense the wall she throws up. Lyra doesn’t want me to have access to her most precious memories, but that’s fine.
I don’t have to be privy to every aspect of her life, new and old. All I care about is that she is tethered to me, and me to her.
Because I swear to never let her go again.
I hope the king is prepared for a fight.
I’ll happily commit regicide if it means she’s safe. Omegas her release on top of me, and I’m wrapped in her scent and her lust.
I match her thrusts, reaching around to cup her ass with my hands.I don’t care what happens from here on it. Lyra isn’t going anywhere. She is ours.
She is mine. And I just want to sink my teeth into her neck.
She presents her neck to me, and I meet her wide, violet eyes. When she nods, I lean forward, placing a bite next to my brother's.
And then our bond forms into place. I can sense Lyra becoming a part of our own pack, and I roar, throwing her down on the bed so I can fuck her harder.