Page 107 of Carnage Island

It seems we both have a lot to learn about each other.

Which isn’t surprising considering the short time we’ve spent together. However, my wolf feels as though she’s known them for years.

Tieran gently strokes my ankle, drawing my attention to him as Volt brings another piece of fruit to my mouth. The whole plate is littered with grapes, berries, and cheese. There’s a smattering of some sort of seafood dip beside it that Volt uses to decorate crackers before bringing them to my lips.

It’s delicious.

But my stomach churns with the residual effects of Volt’s touch, the way his body pinned me to the bed while Tieran moved my chin.

Anger hums in my veins, emboldened byneed.

It’s an intoxicating combination of sensation, one that leaves me a little breathless as Volt gives me a piece of cheese.

They showed me a dominant side of them tonight that left me cravingmore.

I want their brand of punishment.

I want to play with Volt’s knife.

It makes me question my sanity. These are the types of things I should fight, not accept. But knowing their reasoning for being upset somehow dampens my ability to feel fury.

Because deep down, I know they’ll never hurt me.

They’ll be harsh when they need to be, but never to the point of true damage. Just a teasing ache that they’ll quickly soothe with their touch.

I swallow again, blindly accepting whatever Volt puts in my mouth.

I trust him.

That’s the key lesson I learned today—I don’t fear him at all.

And I want them to trust me, which means being open and discussing my feelings. I’m not sure I can always do that. But for them, I’ll try.

“You need an heir,” I prompt, looking at Tieran. “And if I can’t go into a proper Omega heat, then I can’t provide that for you.”

There. I said it. The real issue threatening my future—the potential for me to be an incompatible host for his future child.

He swallows and nods. “Yes.” He takes a cracker this time, covers it in more of that seafood spread and brings it to my mouth before Volt can feed me another berry.

Volt doesn’t seem to mind. He just pops the strawberry into his own mouth and chews, the cords along his muscular neck flexing with him. He has a few tattoos decorating his throat and the pattern bleeds into his chest. However, his torso is mostly bare below his pecs, leaving the skin along his abdomen untouched. I idly wonder if he intends to fill that space with more designs some day.

“Alphas can only procreate with an Omega while she’s in heat. It’s why Alphas fall into the rut—they feel an intense desire to spread their seed and sate the Omega’s lust. Only the strongest of our kind can fight the impulse,” Tieran says, repeating some of what I’ve already learned from Caius.

“However,” he continues, “that pull dissipates when an Omega is mated. It’s a subtle change in scent that allows us to ignore the desire. Unless the Alphas are part of her clan, in which case, they’re slaves to the rut.”

“So we can’t properly mate if I’m unable to experience a full estrus,” I say, reiterating what I already know.

“No,” he replies, surprising me. “My wolf is drawn to yours. If I bite you, we’ll be mated. We just may never be able to procreate.”

“Which is a problem because Tieran is the future Pack Alpha and he needs his line to continue,” Volt says, placing another piece of cheese on my tongue. “But it’s a moot point because you’re going to go into heat again.”

He speaks with a confidence I don’t feel.

And the glimmer in Tieran’s gaze tells me he doesn’t feel that confidence, either.

I chew and finish swallowing before saying, “What happens if we mate and can’t procreate?”

“I either abdicate or seek another Omega for the task,” he says, his voice gruff as he glances at Volt. “And the latter isn’t going to happen.”