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S he’s stunning. All fired up and flushed. Spittin’ mad. Yelling at some alpha I’d be happy to punish for her. Wonder if he’d enjoy that. Would she want to watch?

She’s too far away to scent her, but I know she’s an omega. I’ve got a sense for these things. Never been wrong before, either. And she’s the hottest omega I’ve ever seen. By far. That itchy feeling starts in my fingers, and I know this woman is someone I have to have.

I duck behind the closest tent and take a few calming breaths to get my dick under control. My instincts are riding me hard. The alpha in me wants me to forget about the score, forget everything but her. I want to charge forward and bite her right here and now.

Bet that wouldn’t go over very well.

I peek around the corner, needing another view of her, even though I know it’s not a good idea .

The alpha is gone, and my girl is curled over, holding her stomach. Fuck, is she okay?

Just when I’m about to throw all sense to the fucking wind, she straightens and stomps toward the big tent. Works out well, since that’s where I’m headed, too. I like the idea of being closer to my little spitfire.

Not that she can know I’m here.

Maybe I’ll be able to catch a whiff of her. Bet she smells delicious. I lick my lips. Yeah, definitely need to know what my spitfire smells like.

Slipping through the shadows, I follow quietly behind her. There’ve been noises coming from the big tent for the last few minutes—not good for my purposes—but I can be patient.

Now that I’m inside the perimeter, I just need to wait for an opportunity, take what I need, then slip out before sunrise. Piece of cake.

Hmm, and with that pretty omega nearby, maybe I can have my cake and eat it, too. I run my tongue along the sharp tips of my teeth. This is shapin’ up to be a pretty good night.