All Chapters of Marked In His Rut: The Alpha's Forgotten Omega: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ZANE:Hospitals have a smell that never leaves you.Antibiotics. Bleach. The faint metallic undercurrent of blood scrubbed from tile. It settles into your lungs and makes a home there, like it’s filing a lease agreement with your rib cage.I’d been in plenty of them before—pack disputes, construction accidents, the occasional alpha who thought his jaw was stronger than it was, but this one felt different. This one felt like judgment.“Sora.”He didn’t move.He was folded over the bed, Beauty’s hands trapped between his own, his cheek resting against the mattress like he’d simply given up the vertical fight. He had been like that for hours. No food. No water. No blinking, if we were being honest.I tapped his shoulder.Nothing.I tapped him again, firmer.He lifted his head slowly, like gravity had doubled overnight. His eyes were red-rimmed, swollen, exhausted in a way that had nothing to do with sleep and everything to do with fear.“You need to rest,” I told him.“No.” His voice was

Sora"What the hell are you talking about, Sora?"Zane's voice was no longer confused; instead, it was sharp.Cold."What the hell are you talking about, Sora?" he repeated, this time his voice was slow."I've read about it before—how some rare alphas are so powerful they have the ability to heal, take away pain. Some had the power to even give life. I read all about it as a child."His expression didn't change."I was standing at the door and I saw you place your hand on Beauty, and it wasn't long after she was miraculously healed.""You imagined it, Sora. You were exhausted, sleeping on a hospital bed for days. It was all in your head.""No." I shook my head. "I was not hallucinating.""Sora," he said, "you are really not making any sense, right now.""I am. You healed her. I didn't really think about it in the hospital, but now everything makes so much sense.""I didn't heal Beauty.""Yes, you did.""I didn't," he snapped. "It was a miracle, and I don't have to explain how miracles

Zane.I stood in front of the mirror, staring at the bruises that had just suddenly appeared across my body. I was confused. Was I still dreaming, or was this just my imagination?But the truth was none of these occurrences are random.All the bruises mirrored Beauty’s injuries exactly—every mark, every shade of purple and blue.How was this even possible?I’d healed her, even though I wasn’t sure how.But yet here I was, with all the evidence of her pain branded on my skin.What the hell was happening?Fear crept into my chest.I didn’t understand any of this—what had happened, why it happened, or how exactly this was even possible.I needed answers, and I only knew of one person who could give me those answers, so I sent for Sora.Moments later, a knock came on my door.“Sir, I brought breakfast,” Sora said softly as he entered the room, a tray in hand.I let him in, but I didn’t touch the food. Right now, eating is my least problem.“I need you to look at something,” I said, making

Sora.I twisted, my heart pounding wildly as his scent got stronger. “Sir. Let go.”His other hand touched my face. “Stay with me, Sora.”His command held me still, unable to move. Even if the room had caught fire I was sure I was going to get burned. My body was getting weaker, nearing a nervous edge as my lighter citrus scent kept rising in response to his.Goddess. No. Not today. I couldn't risk it. I loved children, but I wasn't going to be a single dad for another man I wasn't married to.Yet, my shameless lust for him wouldn't let me fight.“Zane,” I breathed. “You're not yourself.”Even if there was a slight hope he could hear me, I would take it.“Are you okay?” I asked out of nowhere. “Do you need anything? I can get it for you.”His eyes got darker. Not scary and animalistic like the other time but this was predatory and I knew what it meant.Wait. Was he going into his rut?“Sora. I can't hold it anymore,” he said. A little snarl escaping.“Hold what?”My mind became a whir

SORAMy heart was pounding loudly, I thought it would shatter my rib cage.Zane’s lips came crashing down on mine once again, hard, urgent, and with no hesitation. I gasped into the kiss, and my hands flew up on their own, fingers digging deep into Zane’s thick hair, pulling him closer, despite every rational thought in my head telling me to shove him away.I wanted it.I wanted every harsh movement of his tongue, every scrape of teeth, every harsh noise he made at the back of his throat.I kissed him back with just as much passion, with just as much hunger, as if I had been starving for it, and had no idea. His big hands wrapped around my waist, lifting me up without effort.My legs automatically wrapped around him, my ankles locking behind him at the small of his back. The bathrobe was hiked up my thighs, and cool air caressed my hot skin. I didn’t care. I rubbed against him, against the hard bulge of him, and moaned into his lips.The kiss broke because we needed air. My hands were