All Chapters of Omega's Claim, Alpha's Surrender 2: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Jessa stared at the slate held in Jeffrey's hand, his expression cold as ice, making it clear he had zero intention of taking the stone."No need."No need?!Jeffrey’s jaw tightened, his golden wolf eyes flashing with a dark, dangerous growl. "Not even going to share your mind-link frequency with my wolf?"Jessa looked up, his dark eyes filled with absolute disbelief, as if the command was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard inside the Walker Ridge Estate. "Why would my wolf give you my frequency?""We just... you know," Jeffrey stammered, his sharp alpha mind completely crashing as he struggled to find the right words in the early hours of the morning. "Don't you want to keep some sort of... memento of our heat?"Jessa let out a sharp, breathless laugh. "With all the submissive wolves and trophies you have got lined up across Silverwood, your beast will not miss a single rogue scent. Once you ride back to the high pavilion, just hook up a few more times with the valley omegas

"No, no, your wolf has got it all completely wrong!" Healer Quincy waved her hands dismissively, her sharp claws retracting into her palms. "It is just that my beast has never seen an Alpha with such a severe case of territorial boundary issues. I tried to give him a hand the day outside the medicine hall, but his dominant beast would rather hobble along in agonizing pain than accept aid from another wolf."I knew that was something Grant Walker was entirely capable of doing. His pride was a mountain no rogue could easily move."His inner wolf is stubborn as a stone mule."Quincy chuckled low, her tail-flick of amusement hidden beneath her linen robes. "I guess your rogue wolf is the only one who dares to speak so candidly about the high Alpha of the Walker Ridge Estate."I tugged at the corner of my mouth, remaining dead silent. My inner beast felt zero sense of pride or privilege. A outcast rogue like me had nothing to brag about in front of the high-born royalty of Silverwood.Retu

Jessa glanced around the high transport carriage, his golden eyes scanning the heavy wooden partitions, relieved that none of the other traveling pack members seemed to be paying attention to their loud territorial spat."Can your claws let go of my sleeve already, Jeffrey? Why would my wolf run? My beast has not done a single thing wrong!""Has not done anything wrong?" Jeffrey’s golden eyes widened in pure, offended disbelief, his fangs catching the dim light of the lanterns.Matching his dominant gaze with his own defiant, rogue stare, Jessa shot back, "What has my wolf done wrong, huh? Spell it out for my claws!""You..." Jeffrey choked on his words, his alpha throat working back and forth, unable to voice his raw, dirty grievance about their mating heat in front of random pack members. But then a sudden thought struck his chaotic mind, and he blurted out, "You took my heavy alpha riding cloak, didn't you? Your rogue wolf never returned it to my suite! That cloak was forged from r

At this moment, the heavy stone gates of the Havencrest transit post in Silverwood loomed through the wooden slats of the transport carriage—a stark reminder that Jeffrey’s time was running out.He knew that if he let Jessa walk away without locking down his mind-link frequency or territory address, it would be game over. Whether their scent-trails would ever cross again was a matter left entirely to the Moon Goddess. Hoping for a lead from Grant Walker was a fool’s errand. That Alpha was all about his mate, Mars, playing the completely devoted partner in front of him. Even with his absolute authority as the high Alpha of Walker Enterprises Tower, Grant constantly worried about tripping Mars’s fierce rogue temper. And reaching out to Mars directly? Fat chance! The former Luna had already made his stance dead clear; his claws were ready to shred anyone who messed with his brother."Your wolf does not have to sprint straight back to your rogue pack right off the bat. What do you say our

Every time my wolf tried to close his eyes and drift off, Grant would deliberately ease up his heavy grip on my hips, then jolt my body back to full alertness, insisting my golden eyes stay open to watch his alpha face while he held me.Several times during our wild heat sessions, my fangs bit down hard into his broad shoulder in pure frustration, but that giant male seemed completely impervious to physical pain and even chuckled darkly against my neck in response!With a mock glare and my heart hammering against my ribs, I huffed and got up from the furs to run the stone bath.Grant Walker was a total clean-freak Alpha, so my claws took extra care to scrub the stone tub thoroughly, wiping down every inch of the rim before finally turning on the hot water spouts.Before my hands could finish testing the water, I suddenly felt two massive, burning arms envelop my bare torso from behind!I paused for a second as his thick scent flooded my senses, then let out a low sigh and turned aroun