Chapter Jordan he’s beautiful,” I whisper, stroking my palm up and down her thigh,offering her comfort as she begins her descent into true madness.Estrus is a multi day affair and we’re only in the first few hours of her heat cycle. She was beautifully aware for the beginning, something that I know Jake is pleased about. He wanted her to be aware enough to consent and participate in the union.But he didn’t bite her. Not truly, anyway.I understand why.He wants to make sure she accepts all three of us first. I have no doubt that she will. She responded to my kiss with a passion I felt all the way to my soul.She wants us all.And once she wakes up, it’ll be my turn to knot her.Our sweet, beautiful Omega.A diamond we never anticipated finding on this island.The Alphas are going to be furious when they wake, but we won her fair and square. And now she’s sequestered away in our underground den. Not the one she’s been in the last few days. That home is for the others to be able to easil

I understand she has Blood moon genetics in her as well, but the only way she could have been created is if an Alpha knotted her mother.Which means her mother either also had Carnage Wolf ancestry or was a very unique breed of wolf.Regardless, the Carnage part of her is going to dominate the Blood moon side. The process started when she first shifted. She’s becoming one with her wolf. And when that merger completes itself, she’ll very likely go into a fullestrus cycle. Which is when we’ll claim her.Jake already spoke to his father about it, asking if he knew of any other half-breeds that turned Omega in the past. There was only one caseAlpha Umber knew about, and that female did become a full Omega once taken by her Alpha clan.He told Jake this is his final test to claim the Omega. Once our clan is done, we’ll gain the required favor of the pack and Jake will be able to return as the incoming Black Mountain Alpha.It’s almost a circumstance of fate that we couldn’t complete the

Vanessa olt gave me a shirt. Then he fisted my hair and tilted my head back to examine my neck, his gaze intent as he bent to kiss the mark he left on my throat. My skin still tingles now with the memory of the pleasure chasing away the pain. A logical part of me is aware that I should be pissed at him for pulling a knife on me, but my wolf is too intrigued to allow that logical part to gain purpose. Not once did I feel threatened beneath him. The tension in his body told me he was very much in control. And the hardness pressed up against my core told me he was also very aroused by the position. The whole display of power somehow kept me grounded. It made me feel safe despite the lethal blade against my skin. He didn’t use silver on me, just steel. Maybe I would have felt more fear had it been the latter. Regardless, I’m fascinated by the way my body responded to his. There was no fear, only mild interest. And a hell of a lot of anger over the punishment they gave m