Filed To Story: The Omega Destiny
Ugh. Kill me now. sally
“No. Well, not for Ayla due to her height. She will first kick him in the groin, then proceed to nto the take her two thumbs and force them straight into the eyes and push with all her strength until she hears a ‘pop’ and can feel fluids, ideally running down her arm. They will be screaming a lot and thrashing around, which is where the throat comes in. The throat is the difficult part, but essential if you can get it done. When you attack the throat, ideally, because of your size, it would be at the same time as the eyeballs. So, sink your fangs into here, where the jugular is located, and tear back and forth to sever it, and if you can, rip out the rest of the throat. Keep your eyes closed because of arterial sprays, and then, cut his dick off and shove it in his mouth for trying. If shifted, throat tear, claw the pecker off on principle. Don’t bother with the eyes.”
“I’m going to be sick.” Amani doesn’t bother hiding her disgust, probably at the eyeball directive. Everybody is afraid to poke out eyeballs.
“I really want to leave now.” The stranger says with big eyes and nervous sweat starting on his forehead. “Are you, his mate? Cyrus?”
“Yes,” I answer.
“I’m leaving.” The stranger turns to leave when the doors open to the indoor training complex.
“Hello boys.”
“Oh shit.” The stranger says as I look over at the doors. Oh, shit indeed.
“It’s Rhonda, get up, we’ve got to get out of here.” I clap the stranger on the shoulder, “You’re on your own.”
“Who is Rhonda?” Amani asks as Ayla pulls her by the arm as we run to the side door.
Don’t Forget to Cut It Off.
“Quick, down the hall. There is a back door. No time to explain.” I grab Ayla’s arm to pull her along.
“Rhonda is an older she-wolf who believes in free love for everyone, and she wants as much as she can get,” Ayla says as we bolt down the hall.
“She’s a freak after my chimichanga and the last shifter I saw her lick was your mate, so I suggest we keep moving,” I inform Armani as we bust open the back door into the parking lot, just in time to see Thane’s black SUV pulling into the lot in front of the pack house across the street.
“Look, our mates are back. If Cyrus is covered in blood, you two will either have to watch or leave.” I inform them as I start sprinting toward the shifter I spent so long trying to avoid.
Life is funny sometimes.
“Is this normal behavior for the shifters in this pack?” Amani asks from behind me.
“There is nothing normal about those two,” Ayla answers.
I see Cyrus climb out of the SUV while I mind-link him that I am running for him. He turns in his tight black tee, black combat pants with matching boots, and his black curls shaking about his head. He holds his arms open as I pick up speed, seeing his eyes go wide as I leap into his arms and start attacking his mouth with my own as he falls backward onto the parking lot.
“Wow, she is really fast.”
“Yeah, it is a strength of hers she usually keeps hidden….” Ayla reminds me of my mistake as I lick up my mate’s throat and clamp down on his bottom lip, pulling it away with me as I sit up and straddle him.
“Missed you, too, Fireball.” Cyrus sits up as I spider monkey his torso, preparing for him to stand while I am firmly attached to his front.
Damon and Tyler pull an unconscious shifter from the backseat of Thane’s SUV and let him flop onto the pavement. Thane hugs Ayla as we stare down at the Alpha they abducted.
“So, this is the shit stain that betrayed us, huh?” I ask as I climb down Cyrus and kick the Alpha in the shoe. “Doesn’t look like much.”
“He is not. It was too easy, and we killed some rapist guards as well.” Thane says as he holds Ayla, who is staring down at the Alpha. “How did training go?” He asks.
Don’t Forget to Cut It Off.
“Good. Taught them to sever arteries, gouge out eyes, and cut off dicks.”
“Damn, I love it when you talk dirty,” Cyrus says while pulling me toward him.
“That wasn’t quite what I was expecting to hear, but I should not be surprised either, Damon says, holding his mate’s hand. Well, I guess that is better than nothing.
“You didn’t think to take the one, two, three…seven, seven darts from his body?” I count the red feathers splayed out in various areas. I’m sure the one in his groin is from Cyrus.
“He doesn’t deserve it.” Damon answers.
“I-I know him,” Ayla whispers.
“What?” Thane asks, confused as he studies her features. He has a grip on her upper arms like she is going to be swept out to sea.
“I know him. He has a tattoo on his forearm. It is…claws…claws coming through the skin.”
Damon bends down and rips up the sleeve of the Alpha’s buttoned up shirt.
The tattoo is there on his forearm.
“Oh shit.” Damon says.
I turn to Thane as a tear slides down Ayla’s face. He has patches of black fur sprouting on various parts of his arms as he drops his arms away from Ayla. I pull her behind me and grab Amani, backing them away from the Alphas in front of us.
Damon, Tyler, and Cyrus all jump on Thane as his eyes turn gold, and he fights to get them off him.
Ayla
“THANE, THANE STOP, PLEASE STOP!” I yell, but it is not doing any good. Ronan is in control, and he wants blood. My wolf is snarling in my head, and the only thing stopping me right now from turning my control over so I can avoid this emotional turmoil is seeing how crazed Thane is.
Raven is holding me behind her, and Amani has a hold of my arm as I watch Thane’s entire inner circle try to keep him from killing the Alpha on the ground. One I remember too well.
He ordered me several times. Each time, I was forced into a false heat. I remember his tattoo and his eyes- cold, steel-gray.
They used to haunt me in the dark.
I used to hear his degrading words in my ears in my kennel.
The more I think about it, the more Aramana pushes for control.
“OH, MY FATES! WHAT IS WRONG WITH HER ARMS?” Amani yells as I watch fur ripple over Thane’s arms. He sounds feral and lethal. They will not be able to question this Alpha if he is dead.
I need to do something.
“Oh, shit! Guys, her arms are blue again.” Raven yells I feel my powers swell. I decide to forget about Amani and release my shield around this monster on the ground, protecting him within a blue, swirling shield. The first one I have made that did not contain me.
I was able to transfer it.
New Book: Returned To Make Them Pay
On her wedding anniversary, Alicia is drugged and stumbles into the wrong room—straight into the arms of the powerful Caden Ward, a man rumored never to touch women. Their night of passion shocks even him, especially when he discovers she’s still a virgin after two years of marriage to Joshua Yates.