Page 84 of Night Sector

Fuck. Any idea where he is?Cillian asked.

No. But if he shows up here, he’ll regret it.I wouldn’t, though. I would happily rip off his balls and feed them to him.

Cillian didn’t immediately reply, giving me a moment to send another wave of healing power through Kyra’s sleeping form.

Her mind was mostly blank apart from a few needy mewls. I hated doing this to her. But it was the only way to provide her with a semblance of comfort.

Energy shimmered nearby, an incoming Alpha presence making my wolf growl low in warning.

It disappeared in the next breath, but my instincts remained on alert, my beast prowling beneath my skin.

My Kyra. My Omega. My mate.

She hummed in her sleep, her little rump bumping up against my throbbing knot.

I cursed under my breath, my muscles tight with barely restrained need.

This little Omega had gotten under my skin. Burrowed her way into my heart. Secured herself to my very soul.

It went beyond our wolves dancing, and directly to our spirits, this bond cementing us together for eternity.

Each passing day made it more and more difficult to remember why I didn’t want this. Why I’d never desired a mate.

Apologies. The message scrolled through the air, the sender Kieran.I didn’t realize you would be… territorial.

She’s mine,I typed back, my wolf still agitated by Kieran’s brief appearance near Kyra’s nest. His leaving immediately had been the only thing that had kept my animal from charging out the door to challenge him.

Understood,he replied.I’ll keep my distance. But I’m here to guard while you see to Kyra’s needs.

I swallowed, my wolf still very close to the surface. Probably because I had a delicious Omega snuggled up against me. Vampire stench aside, she smelled divine.

Spicy blood oranges, ripe for the tasting.

Fuck.

I pressed my nose to her neck, inhaling deeply.

I desperately wanted to taste her. Nibble every inch of her. Kiss her.Biteher.

She was covered in another Alpha’s cologne.A vampire.My wolf growled, hating his scent on her. Hating his marks. His claims. His venom poisoning her blood.

I wanted him gone.

Erased.

Replaced.

This Omega wasmine. And I would not share her with that psychopath.

Hell, I wasn’t sure I could share her with anyone.

Which was a huge fucking problem since Kyra didn’t want a mate.

I pressed my mouth to her pulse, noting the normal heart rate. It was much better than before.

However, now my heart was the one racing. I wanted to slaughter her vampire mate. Kill anyone who so much as looked at her. Shred anyone who dared take her away from me.

“Fuck,” I muttered, the visceral need to slaughter drowning me in a wave of intense aggression.