Page 8 of The Bounty

CHAPTER 2

KILLIAN

I was right.

I was fuckingright.

Her scent was floating around this hellhole for weeks, and I acted like a madman, driving down the shitty streets of North Hollywood just to catch a whiff.

I was acting more crazy than usual, at least.

Brock’s going to lose his shit, and I laugh at the image as I drag the girl back to my car, the howling wind drowning out her meek protests.

Her injury doesn’t allow her to give much of a fight.

The zip ties are in my car for a reason, though.

And fuck, would I like her to give me a reason.

In the dark, I could barely make out her feminine features. But as I slam the passenger door and climb into the driver’s seat, I allow myself a long gaze at her. Even with her eyes filled with tears and fear painting her features, she’s exquisite. Blue eyes, brighter than any ocean, stare back at me with a mixture of rage and fear. Her wild red hair is pulled into a high bun, but in our struggle, half has fallen out, framing her angelic face.

She’s fucking beautiful, and her hatred for me only intensifies her delicious scent of blossoms and sugar.

My cock strains against my pants, hard and demanding, but I ignore it.

“Touch me, and I’ll kill you,” she hisses, and I laugh as I drive away from the destroyed buildings.

“You’ll stomp on me to death?” I guess, glancing at her and meeting her narrowed eyes. “You can’t do shit in your current state, sweetheart. You smell like blood and infection.”

And slick,I think.

She may hate me, but her body is reacting to me at a biological level.

I could mention it, just to see her squirm, but I choose the kinder route.

“There’s disinfectant in the glove compartment. To clear your senses.”

I reach over her and click it open, ignoring the way she shrinks back into her seat as I come close to her.

Her fear is mouthwatering, and if she knew how hard it made me…

She rubs the liquid into her palms and inhales desperately with deep, shuddering breaths.

I debate inhaling some myself. The car fills with her scent, and it would be so easy to just pull over and…

But my self-control is better than that, as much as my inner beast threatens to emerge.

It’s been months since I’ve smelled an Omega up close. The faint whiffs that the beautiful creature left were enough to have me salivating, and now it feels like I might fucking combust.

For a second, I debate surrendering her toEden.

They would know what to do with her.

And it would gain me access to any Omega I wanted.

But that thought quickly evaporates as I notice her fragile hands shake.

“I’m not bringing you there,” I say quietly, taking the freeway ramp. “And I won’t alert the police. I’m the last fucking person to do that.”