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Nox is smirking.

Why is he smirking?

“Your antlers,” he says, a dark glint in his eyes. “The sweet little doe will be all grown up by now.” He reaches down and strokes Eiden’s cock again as he continues. “Vulnerable. Living among wolves. All those predators sniffing around. It would be your duty to save her. This is fate—the will of the Goddess. The only way to keep her thoroughly safe would be to claim her. Sweet little omega doe. All yours. Think how attentive Eiden will be.” He begins to jack Eiden’s cock a little rougher, making the omega pant and buck against his restraints. “He has always wanted you to take a permanent doe mate. He’ll be begging for a taste of her slick pussy. And once he gets one, knowing she is yours… Well, you can bet he’ll take cleaning her all up after you have used her pussy as his most sacred duty.”

Eiden comes with a groan, hips jerking as his cum splatters all over the floor.

It is a captivating sight, and I can only assume Nox wanted him to, for he does not make mistakes where edging Eiden is concerned—it is his damn calling, he is so good at it.

Nox shakes his head. “Fucking pathetic.”

Eiden whimpers and ejects another enthusiastic jet of cum—he gets off on any and all forms of degradation.

“Will you… Will she like us, too?” Eiden says breathlessly, sounding both hopeful and needy.

“Yes, I am going to claim her.” I cup his cheek and press a kiss to his lips. “Yes, she will love you too.”

Chapter Fifteen

Wolf

Present day…

“Oh, they are so beautiful,” Fawn gushes as Seven sits obligingly on the forest floor and shifts just his antlers for her to admire. She stands leaning over him, wearing her usual pants and shirt, the open V at her neck level with his eyes.

He does not look in an obvious way, but every male has an impressive peripheral vision when it comes to checking out a pretty lass, so I’m certain the bastard is admiring the view.

It is the evening of the fourth day, and we have just stopped to camp for the night. Like all the previous ones, I sense it will be a test.

“Fawn, where are your shoes?” Seven suddenly asks, sounding both stern and gentle at the same time.

“I thought I might… you know… shift for a little while tonight.” She nibbles on her lower lip, peeking from Seven to me under her lashes.

“No,” we say in unison.

At least we can agree on that.

She huffs a breath and flounces off to sit beside Blue. The mutt gazes at her adoringly before flopping his giant head over her crossed legs so she can pet his ears.

Seven’s antlers recede, making Fawn glower in disapproval. She is borderline obsessed with them. I’m glad he has taken them out of her damn sight.

“You may shift as often as you wish once we are within the safety of my herd,” Seven says, all magnanimous, twisting the dagger in my gut, giving her something I never did—safety in which to be herself.

He spoke true that first day when he said I should be the one to bear the burden if I loved her. Every time I think of her hiding her doe, my gut churns, and my heart pounds with fear for her.

It could have ended so badly so many times. If I hadn’t had my head up my ass, maybe I’d have noticed sooner. Maybe I could have done more for her…

Maybe she would not need him.

“Is it hard to keep just your antlers shifted?” she asks.

See, fucking obsessed with them even when she is bratting because we will not let her shift.

“It is no more difficult than being in a full shift… and it can happen involuntarily sometimes,” he adds as though reluctant to admit a weakness.

“What makes them sprout, then?” she asks, all fucking curious again and forgetting she flounced off in a huff.

His jaw tightens a fraction—my inner wolf cocks his ears, sensing a sign of weakness.