Epilogue
ARBOR
The moon is high and bright in the sky; the woods surrounding us sparking with the essence of it. I can feel the pounding in my blood, in my bones. The urge to be taken, to be knotted.
I know what tonight entails, what I’m going to get from it.
Another Heat Hunt, only this time, I will not leave him. He’s going to be mine. Forever.
I shift on my feet, staring around me as other omegas gather in the woods, waiting for the call to be released, for the hunt to begin.
I look ahead, seeing the glow of the torches near The Den. My alpha is out there, waiting to come to me.
Waiting to be bonded with me.
I told him my fae was ready. I’ve been begging for days.
The tingling of the water lingered longer than I expected, making the last couple of weeks a lot of fun. We fucked and fucked. Made love and then some. And in that time, my desire for him hasn’t waned. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted another.
I can imagine how much more intense it will get when we’ve bonded. When we’re finally mates.
I told him I wanted him to take me during the Heat Hunt while the last of the sacred water lingered in our systems.
It made complete sense. Bonding tonight will be special. A harkening back to where it all began, where we met.
My mind flits to what we’ll do with all our free time once we’re one. Neither of us is working right now. We’re living off our savings while we wait to be reassigned. Timberwood took a beating, but they’ll bounce back. They had insurance on the site. And they can afford the financial hit.
What they can’t afford is any more negative publicity.
Jericho informed us that the investigation revealed that the security guard who was hired by Timberwood used a false identity. In fact, no one even knows who the man patrolling the site was. It’s all a bit of a mystery, and one that no one is any closer to figuring out.
But someone will get to the bottom of it. Someone, somehow.
Even so, the air feels charged, like something dangerous is coiled just out of sight, waiting for the right moment to strike.
I don’t know what, but I know it’s out there.
Waiting. Watching.
“The moon is high, the time is now,” a voice booms, and I hear that telltale howl. I feel the thundering under my feet, the alphas searching for their omegas, for those they can sink into, and who can feed their primal instincts. I’m not wearing my pendant, my scent a beacon for Glenn to find me.
I know most alphas will turn the other way when they scent me, but not Glenn.
He hungers for me.
My alpha.
I see him in the distance, his body moving quickly, his gaze flicking this way and that, but when he sees me, he stops, and I moan. I can feel his eyes on me, the way his jaw snaps, his teeth grinding.
He wants me more than he cares to admit.
My cock hardens between my legs as I turn and run, but he overpowers me quickly and easily, pushing me to the dirt and forcing me to present myself.
I scream as his cock tunnels into my wet opening, my hole contracting around him as I release onto the forest floor. It feels so good having him inside me.
It feels so right.
He doesn’t let up, just pounds into me, our skin slapping as he takes me roughly, just the way I want him. And my constant moans and pleas are more than enough to tell him how much this pleases me.
“Please, Alpha. Make me yours,” I gasp as I arch back, fucking against him. “Mark me!”
I crane my neck to the side, and Glenn grunts something under his breath.
And then I feel his teeth sink into my skin, feeling it break around his teeth.
I cry out, my second release barreling through me as his mark settles into me, the power of it tightening, releasing, snapping until finally, it twists around us both, bonding us as one.
The immense pleasure and intense emotions have Glenn’s rhythm faltering slightly, and he roars as he fills me up, marking me inside and out.
And as he falls against my shuddering back, he must taste my pleasure on my skin, must feel it as if it’s his own.
Because that’s how I felt about him. I can feel the euphoria spreading through him.
It’s perfect.
The mark has bonded us, has made us one.
What’s his is mine, and what’s mine is his.
“My omega,” he says softly as he kisses my cheek and then my lips.
“My alpha,” I sigh into his mouth.