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When my knees buckle, Rhett catches me before I can tumble to the ground.

“Luca,” Rhett calls, alarmed.

Panting, my hair hangs over my face. It is a struggle to understand his words.

It is even harder to force out words from behind my teeth. “I…am…okay.”

My sharp canines ache to bite and bond.

I raise my head and sniff.

My pupils dilate when I smell the wild blackberry scent of my Omega.

Rhett steadies me. “Go save our Omega.”

“Hunt. Omega,” I snarl.

Chase her. Catch her. Rut her.

Rhett’s eyes glint. “Good Alpha.”

I snap at him, and he dances back with a laugh.

“I’d forgotten how much I love you like this.” Rhett avoids my clawing swipes. “You’re not obedient but trouble. The best kind. I love to have fun putting you in your place, but you have a job to do. Claim your Omega.”

I bare my teeth at the other Alpha just to show him that I don’t follow his commands.

Then I prowl across the garden.

The Omega is sitting on the lap of an amber-eyed Alpha who is scrambling out of the way.

Shame.

I feel like a fight before a fuck.

“She’s all yours, pretty Alpha. Wow, you’re hot when you growl like that.” My Angel gestures at the Omega like she is a gift. “Do your dominant shit with her.”

I ignore him, crouching down to sniff the Omega.

She’s beautiful.

But too hot.

I rub my scent gland against her forehead to help, before licking up her throat.

I deepen my pheromones.

The Omega’s eyes snap open. She stares woozily at me.

Then she starts to purr.

I growl in answer.

I push her onto her back, straddling her.

I devour her mouth with deep, sweeping strokes of my tongue, claiming her.

My mind is hazy.