All Chapters of Omega's Claim, Alpha's Surrender 2: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Hey! What is the deal, rogue? My wolf is already compromising with you!"Did he really expect a high-ranking alpha heir to kneel in the dirt or something?"Who the hell am I to your beast? No need for this twisted pack talk." Jessa Moore just wanted to keep his distance from Tyler Walker before he left Silverwood territory for good.He had voiced his raw fury and almost smashed the alpha's fingers in the oak frame—the vengeance was settled.He never thought his wolf would have anything to do with Tyler, a spoiled alpha heir born into power. Once he was back in his own neutral territory, their lives were as different as night and day.But to Tyler, the rogue's words rang with an entirely different meaning. His predatory mind knew this mating dance all too well.Many omegas and lesser wolves had tried the exact same tactic when they wanted to extract more pack resources from him, throwing out phrases like, "What am I to your beast, that you should track my scent?" or "On what tribal gr

"Stop!" I waved my hands frantically, my palms slick with the phantom heat of our recent mating connection. "It was Healer Quincy’s ancient remedies that pulled your wolf back from the veil. She is a master of the packs' medicine. Without Quincy, your beast would still be lingering near the grave!"My frantic thoughts before weren't meant to insult Quincy at all.It was just raw admiration, pure and simple.Deep down, my wolf harbored a dark sense of unworthiness, viewing a rogue-born stray like myself as nothing more than dirt on the territory floor. So when an Apex Leader like Grant Walker fixated his golden eyes on me, it shattered my entire world."The Walker pack treasury pays her a standard seasonal tribute," Grant said, his deep voice carrying no emotional weight as he leaned his bare shoulders against the furs.As the chief medicine wolf at the Walker Ridge Estate, it was only natural for Quincy to mend broken warriors; it was written into her pack laws. At most, the council c

I paused as my grey eyes widened with disbelief, staring down at the ink over his heart, "And when your wolf played in the tribal matches against the northern packs...""There is an old trick in our world called blood-stanching clay and simple linen wraps," Grant murmured."You are quite the reckless beast, you know. Back in the early training cycles, your wolf was just an untested pup! Pack brands are etched into the flesh forever. How could your beast be so sure our paths would cross again when we grew up?"At the end of the day, it was just youthful naivety, wasn't it? The pure, unyielding impulsiveness of a young male wolf marking his territory before the hunt even began!"My inner beast never calculated that far into the seasons. When your wolf returned the scent-letters I left at the border markers, I truly believed it was your way of rejecting the bond entirely." So after that dark cycle, he didn't dare to dream about a future in the same den."Your wolf thought I rejected you,

Grant looked down at the dark ink scarred over his own heart, his voice turning incredibly grave. "If your wolf cannot breathe without his scent, the hunt has already ended for you.""My wolf doesn't submit to strings," Jeffrey grumbled, his claws scraping the wood. "I am just going to track his scent-trail through the neutral zones. Maybe my beast is just amused because his tongue slashes so sharply against the high ranks. Once I am back at the Walker Ridge Estate and surrounded by the local omegas in the grand pavilion, my blood will cool down and forget his wild eyes.""If that is the game your beast is playing, you had better steer clear of his border," I warned, my jaw clenching as I met his erratic gaze. "If Mars unleashes his inner wolf to tear your throat out for messing with his companion, do not look to your Alpha to shield your skin.""Come on, Alpha! Are we brothers of the blood-oath or not?" Jeffrey scoffed, his chest puffing out under his leathers. "Would your beast trul

Jessa recalled an old legend told by the pack elders: True mates never truly sever their bond. If there is mutual heat and blood calling to blood, there is no need to bind it with formal pack contracts just to keep the embers burning.I glanced sideways at Jessa and let out a wry smile. "Don't let that reckless alpha corrupt your instincts. He is a high-ranking heir to the Walker Ridge Estate; even if his wolf parties all night in the taverns, he has massive pack resources to burn through."Considering Jeffrey’s lifelong blood-oath with Grant, it was obvious his lineage held vast power and territory across Silverwood."My beast is just thinking out loud! It is a new perspective on the wilderness, that is all."No sooner had Jessa finished speaking than the heavy thickets rustled, and a massive silhouette stepped out onto the dirt path.Upon closer inspection, it was Jeffrey, the persistent alpha playboy.I let out a soft sigh. "If your wolf cannot stand his scent, I will send him back