CLAYTON
I tear at the hands restraining , snarling with a fury that nearly chokes . The scent of my mate—my oga—still clings to my skin, an intoxicating perfu that drives to the brink of madness.
"Let go!" I roar, thrashing against the iron grip of my beta and the guards I'd assigned to Ava's room—all mated, all safe from her heat. They hold fast, dragging further from the room where she lies. Further from the sweet siren song of her scent.
"Alpha, you must control yourself," Rowan grits out, his voice strained with the effort of containing my rage. But control is a distant mory, shattered the mont I caught her scent. The mont I knew she was mine.
"She needs ," I growl, the words tearing from my throat like shards of glass. Every fiber of my being screams to go to her, to claim what is mine by right. To sink my teeth into the soft curve of her neck and mark her as my own. To fuck her, to breed her, to claim her so no one else can. So my scent is all over her. So she's mine.
All mine.
But they don't understand. They can't feel the primal pull, the all-consuming need that sets my blood on fire. She's my mate, the other half of my soul. And they dare to keep from her?
I lunge forward, a savage roar building in my chest. But more hands grasp at , holding back. I can hear their voices, a distant buzz drowned out by the pounding of my own heart.
"Alpha, please. You're not in your right mind."
"She's in heat, Clayton. You know what that ans." Rowan grunts. "Fuck, you might have to hold back, too. I can sll her. Shit. I need her."
"God dammit. Beta! We can't deal with the both of you at once. Wake up!"
Rowan snarls. "I know! Damn it. My wolf thinks she's my fucking mate. This fucking oga heat is bullshit. Fuck.
Fuck! This is killing . Clayton! Wake the fuck up! Hey, you—hit . Hit once so I can wake up.
Fuck. I want to fuck her. I'm going."
A aty thud follows his words, along with a grunted, "Shit, it's not working. I'm going to need to be restrained."
But their words are aningless. All that matters is her. My oga. My Ava.
I catch a glimpse of her through the doorway, her face flushed and eyes glazed with need. Need for . The sight sends a bolt of pure, primal desire shooting through , and I renew my struggles with a vengeance.
"Close the fucking door!" I hear soone yell, and then the door slams closed. I can't see her anymore.
"Ava," I rasp, her na a prayer and a curse on my lips. "Ava!"
But they're too strong, too many. I feel myself being dragged back, further and further from her intoxicating presence. The scent of her heat fades, replaced by the sterile tang of the hospital corridor.
I shove and thrash, my body a whirlwind of raw, animalistic fury as I fight against the restraints holding back. The hands grappling at my arms, my shoulders, are nothing more than infuriating obstacles keeping from what is mine. From her.
"Let go, damn you!" I snarl, my wolf raging just beneath the surface, clawing to be set free. To claim its mate. My mate.
"Alpha, please!" Soone's strained voice cuts through the red haze of need clouding my mind. "You have to fight this. She's not—"
But I don't let him finish. With a feral growl, I wrench myself free from his grasp, sending him staggering back. The guards clutch at , their grips like iron shackles, but I shake them off with a strength born of pure desperation.
Ava. I have to get to Ava.
Her scent still lingers in the air, a tantalizing tease that has salivating with want. With need. My wolf howls inside , a savage, possessive thing that demands to be sated. To claim its mate in the most primal way possible.
I can't fight it anymore. I don't want to.
Letting out a guttural roar, I charge forward, barreling through the feeble attempts to restrain . The door to her room is so close now, just a few strides away. I can almost taste her on my tongue, sweet and intoxicating.
And then, as if by so cosmic twist of fate, the door swings open. There she is, frad in the doorway like a vision from my wildest dreams. My oga. My mate.
"Alpha!" she cries out, and her sweet voice has trembling with need.
Our eyes et, and the world around us seems to fall away. There's only her—her flushed cheeks, her heaving chest, her eyes burning with a need that mirrors my own. An eternity seems to pass in that single, charged mont, our gazes locked in a searing embrace.
Then, as if pulled by so inexorable force, we're moving towards each other. My strides are long, devouring the distance between us in the span of a few ragged breaths. And then she's in my arms, her soft curves molding perfectly against the hard planes of my body.
A strangled groan escapes my lips as her scent envelops , setting every nerve ending ablaze. It's heady and rich, a tempting blend of honey and vanilla that has my wolf howling in ecstasy. Mine. She's mine.
Ava whimpers softly, her fingers clutching at my shirt as if she's drowning and I'm her only lifeline. I can feel the heat rolling off her in waves, her skin feverish and slick with need. For .
"Alpha," she gasps again, her voice a breathless plea that sears straight through .
I can't resist her siren song any longer. With a low, possessive growl, I crush my lips to hers in a searing, all-consuming kiss.
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