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Kane

T he new house is perfect for our omega.

As soon as I learned of Mia’s existence, I began planning. It’s one thing to keep the omega safe, but I want to ensure she has everything she needs. Pack territory is too wild, and the townhouse is too small. We need somewhere new and neutral to bring her.

Everything must be perfect when she arrives.

This pack needs an omega. As our obsession with Mia grows, it becomes all too clear. That scent makes me eager to meet her.

I inhale deeply, as though I can smell the memory of her sweet, indulgent smell of honey. It has awakened something in all of us, bringing out our most primal instincts.

It isn’t just about protecting a lone omega. We need to claim her. Knowing she is in the arms of that lowlife is nothing short of appalling.

I know Finn and Jace want to act quickly, but this must be done thoughtfully. As their leader, it’s up to me to do this right .

She might not even know she’s an omega, and I don’t see how that’s possible.

Daylight streams through the living room windows. I can easily imagine Mia basking in its warmth as she reads a book on the couch, content and safe.

Safety will be important. I kneel at the window and check the locks. They’ll do for now, but I’ll likely have someone come in to make some security changes. If a rival pack discovers a nearby omega, we must be on guard.

Satisfied, I slip my hands into the pockets of my suit pants and take another lap around the house. There’s a bedroom for all of us and then some—a lavish, open kitchen with a marble island. Even the carpet is downright luxurious.

It will cost me a pretty penny, but it will be worth it. I stop at the doorway to the main bedroom. This room would be Mia’s, of course. I would spare no luxury for her.

It’s easy to imagine her here, getting ready in the morning, pushing back the blackout curtains to let in the sunlight. In this room, she could move around and express herself. Maybe she’d want bookshelves or a desk by the window.

I can see her blossoming here, truly coming into her own.

My gaze travels to the four-poster bed, already situated between the two floor-to-ceiling windows. For convenience, I sought a place that was already furnished, and this stunning piece was a selling point.

Running my fingers along the mahogany of the bedpost, I imagine Mia lying in bed, wearing nothing but a flimsy tank top and silky panties. She has a book in her hands, but doesn’t seem all that interested in reading the pages.

When her eyes meet mine, the book falls from her hands.

A mischievous smile tugs at her lips as she gestures for me to come closer, crooking one finger in my direction.

I can see her nipples straining against her tank top, her arousal evident.

She hooks a thumb into the waistline of her panties and bites her lip, driving me wild.

I can’t help myself; I’m on her in seconds—rough hands against silky smooth skin. The tank top tears away from her body, and she moans, both turned on and excited. Her fingernails dig into the flesh of my back.

I imagine entering her swollen pussy, thrusting smoothly as she parts her legs. And God, she feels good. The way she clenches around me makes me gasp against her neck. It’s like she was made for me.

Now, I picture Jace entering the room, his eyes dark with lust. He crosses the room in two long strides, stripping away his clothes as he does so.

Jace takes Mia from behind, going gently at first, warming her up to the feeling. And Mia groans and writhes, adjusting to the sensation of being so filled up.

Together, we take her. The experience is almost spiritual. Her breathy moans against my neck as she shifts to accommodate us.

The sound of the front door opening interrupts my fantasy.

I tense for a moment before recognizing Finn and Jace’s scents. Within moments, they are standing in the doorway of the bedroom, gazing in.

Finn lets out a low whistle. “This place is nice. You have good taste, Kane. Mia will love it.”

“Anything for our omega,” I growl lowly, taking deep breaths to cool my hard-on.

“So, what’s the plan?” Jace interjects, impatient as always.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I lean one shoulder against the wall. “We have to be sure that she trusts us completely before the marking ritual. That is likely going to take some time, so I need you to be patient. ”

Jace gives me a petulant look but says nothing. It’s Finn who speaks up.

“We need to take care of Justin,” says Finn. “His behavior towards Mia is disgusting, and we’re worried about her. His control over her is getting worse to the point where she’s scared to leave him.”

I know exactly what Finn means by dealing with the threat. He would see Justin removed in a heartbeat if I gave the word. I understand the urgency, but this situation is precarious.

“I want you to keep tabs on the situation,” I finally say. “Ensure her safety. That’s what we can do for now. If he ever raises another hand to her, he will be dealt with swiftly.”

“That doesn’t answer my question, though. How are we handling this?” Jace asks. “I think we need to deal with this directly. Approach her, talk to her. Allow her to get to know us.”

Finn seems hesitant. “I think approaching her randomly is likely to unsettle her or creep her out. We should be more cautious. I at least made my acquaintance with her and even hugged her.”

“What?!” I growl, feeling immediately left out of their connection.

“She was crying over Justin.”

“Fuck, that bastard,” I say, thinking about this awful boyfriend of hers. I want to kill him, eradicate him so we can have her for ourselves. “Don’t worry. I’ll think of something.”

“This will probably motivate you,” says Jace, pulling out his phone with a smirk and sending me something. “You might want to check it when we get back to pack territory.”

I decide to wait until we’re back in pack territory to open the message. Jace’s words float through my mind, and I wonder if it has something to do with Mia. Suddenly, my phone feels like it’s burning a hole in my breast pocket as we enter our forest house.

“Home sweet home,” says Jace, locking the front door as we all enter.

Pack territory is wild and forested but not completely uncivilized. Among the trees, wolf packs have erected several buildings.

Our home is farther away from the other wolf packs, as I value privacy, which is unusual among wolves. The place isn’t as lavish as the new house or even our townhouse, but it isn’t without its luxuries. I head towards my room, making my way to the leather armchair in the corner and easing into it.

Finally, I feel ready to look at whatever Jace sent. I’ve deduced that it has something to do with Mia.

And that’s enough to grab my interest.

My breath catches in my throat as I swipe open the message. It contains a series of photos taken through Mia’s window, but the images are clear enough. Mia is sprawled out on her bed, hands between her legs, her expression one of arousal and ecstasy.

She’s masturbating, and I can tell that the shirt in her other hand is Jace’s. He must have been so proud of himself.

My cock throbs in my pants, suddenly hard as granite. I grip the phone so tightly, I’m almost sure I hear a faint crack.

She’s beautiful. The way she arches into the stroke of her fingers. The way her nipples strain against her thin shirt. I suddenly feel a wave of envy that Jace and Finn were there to witness this. Still, the photos drive me to the edge.

Before I can even think about it, I unzip my pants and free my erection. With earnest, I stroke down the shaft, my eyes glued to the picture on my phone .

I admire the woman in the picture. Mia. Our omega. I know even now that we will make her ours. The soft curve of her thighs, her generous hips... and even that soft, sad expression on her face. Because there is desire there, yes, but also something like grief.

I need to protect her. I need to have her.

Every time my hand runs across my cock, I imagine being with her in that room, back in the main bedroom at the house, as I stare at her spread pussy lips.

She would be lying on the mattress, ready for me. Submissive and inviting. Ready to be dominated. And I would be all too willing to dominate her. The thought sends a new rush of blood through my cock, and I groan at the pleasure that courses through me.

I imagine slipping off my belt, slow and assured. I loop it around her hands, and Mia giggles into my ear. She wants this as much as I do.

When I take her, it’s hard and fast. I fill her to the hilt, and she clenches around me, writhing in pleasure. God, it would feel so good.

At the image of the two of us joined in such passion, I shatter. Streams of cum flow down my hand, but I continue to stroke myself, wanting and needing more of this. I massage my leaking knot, feeling somewhat sated.

I collapse back in the chair, my gaze still on the photos. Mia is a work of art, and I have to have her. I’ve always had a streak of possessiveness and jealousy.

She will be ours. And our pack will be complete.