SPECIAL CHAPTER CONT'D **He had already learned not to engage Soral in arguments when he is like this, sharp-tongued and hormonal. There's one way to handle him, but for that to work, he has to get himself satisfied first.So Vidarr straightens up without a word and Soral assumes he is going to roll to his side, but just as Soral climbs down from the bed, Vidarr reaches for him.He gasps, caught off guard when Vidarr suddenly sits on the edge of the mattress.“What. . . “ Soral's protest dies when Vidarr jerks him forward, so Soral crashes against him and then his mouth slams into his. The kiss is fierce, hungry, all-consuming, stealing each fiery breath from Soral's lungs. His hormones are already so amplified, even this touch leaves him with a pulsing ache of need. And then Vidarr's touch becomes more gentle, his tongue softly exploring Soral's. He sucks on Soral's lips gently until they are tender. Vidarr pulls away and Soral blinks up at him, dazed. He clearly knows Vidarr
SPECIAL CHAPTER CONT'D **Vidarr's gaze softens into a look of calm reverence as Soral cuddles up to him, resuming his slumber without a care in the world. To think only some moments ago, he had been feral with panic, searching every inch of their village without finding his mate had left him nearly crazed.The fear of losing something precious is something he'd never felt this deeply, not since Rhona died, but he had felt the powerful chilling dread during those bleak hours of today. A part of him is still darkly furious, and he has already made an internal vow, something like this will never happen again, even if it meant tying up his mate to make him remain only in this hut, by the goddess, he would do so. Viddar closes his eyes, and his arm rests over Soral's round belly, but the sleep doesn't come. He cannot bring himself to do so, not when the panic still lingers at the back of his mind. What if he wakes up and his mate is gone again?It’s already midnight when Soral stir
SPECIAL CHAPTER CONT'D **Lyrien is glaring at the darkening sky. Soon, it will be nightfall. Impatience marrs each harsh line of his features. The ominous energy oozing from their Chief makes everyone wisely avoid his path, any mistake would be costly, and they may end up becoming scapegoats for his rage.It isn't just him, Haesir and Vidarr are losing their minds too. So much time has passed. Still, there's no news. It's as though their mates had disappeared into thin air. Lyrien is almost certain they are still in the village; he can just feel it, and his intuition is mostly never wrong. Also, there's no way the intruders could have crossed their clan's well-guarded borders without anyone spotting them. There should have been some traces or some signs of an attack, but there is nothing which makes it quite bizarre. He had already commanded some warriors to spread their search across the vast forest ahead while he, Vidarr and Haesir would focus on the entire village. Hut b
SPECIAL CHAPTER CONT'D * * The clouds have begun to darken, and soon it will be nightfall. The clan’s drums for emergency purposes sound again. The drums are louder this time. Amala looks outside through the window. “Who knows what's happening?” She turns to Tanna who has already gathered her things to leave for the day. “Be careful on your way back, I can tell something is wrong in the village,” Tanna can feel it too. On her way to pluck some herbs, she had overheard that the Chief had summoned the warriors. Is a war about to take place? Amala's attention returns to the omegas who have fully taken over her abode. Do they have no intentions of going back? While she enjoys their much lively presence, it's already getting quite late, their mates may be worried about them. "Ugh! your arm is too thin,” Soral complains, he attempts to get more comfortable, but Rene’s arm which he is trying to make a pillow out of isn't working, “I feel like it's going to snap if I relax furthe
SPECIAL CHAPTER CONT'D Soral observes everything in the herb room with excitement and fascination, Amala had welcomed them warmly, not suspicious about their visits at all. Soral offers to help her with crushing the herbs and extracting oils. “But what's this for? It smells so nice?” Soral asks curiously, staring at the small vial containing the scented oil. “How come you don't know? It's very popular these days, everyone is asking for it, but we can only produce one each day!” Amala's assistant, a young Beta female responds. “It contains more than a hundred extracts that they use to attract their mates, you know, spice things up in their relationship, I hear Alphas cannot resist the smell, so omegas like you usually fight to get their hands on this.” The girl winks suggestively, and Soral scoffs. “We wouldn't want it, if anything, we're trying to keep those Alphas away, right guys?” He turns to Rene and Kai who both nod in agreement. “Yes, we would never,” Kai stares at t
SPECIAL CHAPTER CONT'D “Wait. . .” No, Tyr does not want to obey the command, but his feet freeze on their own accord. Luca walks out, hearing a series of yells. It's Lyrien's voice. Sounding as commanding and angry as ever. Ivor walks up to the omega, and Tyr's mind races with anxiety when his warm hand touches his shoulder. Those blue piercing orbs dry up his mouth, and his chest feels air-starved. Ivor is so dangerously close. He wonders if this warrior has seen through his act, which had led Lyrien away; those transparent eyes certainly make Tyr feel like he has. “Are you okay?” Ivor says finally, Tyr's mind races even faster, but this time, it's for a different reason. When the omega doesn’t answer him right away, Ivor nudges his chin up with his thumb, forcing Tyr to meet his eyes which are shrouded with concern and reassurance. “Your friend will be fine, his mate will find him, you don't have to worry,” Tyr gulps nervously, he's aware that this Alpha is trying to c