Chapter 15

Chapter 15

The thought drives me closer and I work my fist faster over my di k roughly. Thick ropes of cu m spurt from my c ock, and for a moment, I see stars. It’s been so long since I found release, but knowing that Rose is here makes it hard to control myself.

I thought that I wouldn’t want her as much but I do. All I can think about is going in there and claiming her.

I Rinsing off, I turn off the water and get out of the shower. Toweling off, I hang up my towel onto the drying rack before I head into my bedroom to get dressed. It’s easier to think now and I know that Ethan and Colt will want me there at breakfast.

Meal times are something that we share. A moment for us all to connect.

I make my way to the closet and grab a pair of jeans. They’re well worn and soft, the dark wash denim fading slightly. I pull my clothes on and walk over to the dresser, looking at myself in the mirror.

Rose should want me. I’m her mate. I don’t know why she pretends not to know. It’s not like when she was younger and hadn’t shifted yet. She’s a woman now and there is no way that she hasn’t shifted. Her beast has to know who I am.

I’m not sure what game she’s playing at, but I intend to find out. Rose and I used to be close. She used to confide in me. There wasn’t a secret that she didn’t tell me. Now I don’t even know her, but I want to.

I want to know everything about her. Every thought she has, every hope, dream, and wish. I’m still pis sed at her, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting her.

She’s mine. I just need to get her to admit it. When she does, it’s going to make everything so much better.

-Rose-

I am sitting by the window that overlooks the forest, wrapped in the blanket from the bed, trying to make sense of everything. It’s clear they hate me, but did Max really have to taunt me? Taunt me with the idea of being theirs.

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Something I used to want. But now, with everything changed and the rift that has been driven between us all, it would never work. Their hatred of me after what I did, I know will never be forgiven. It runs too deep. Even if they did somehow manage to forgive me, I know it would just be another thing they used against me to force me to submit to them.

Sighing heavily, I press my forehead against the glass and squeeze my hands into fists as I wrap them around my knees. I need to get out of here. The withdrawals have already kicked in, and the tremors have started. I am almost tempted to ask them for suppressants as my stomach twists. I’ve gone too long without them already. It’s why we were at the warehouse, after all.

Furthermore, I can’t risk going into heat here or shifting. The thought scares me, and I wonder if it’ll hurt before I shake the thought away. I’ll find a way to get more. I will find a way to escape. But then what? Where will I go? I am not left long to ponder that thought because I remember the ankle monitor that is now attached to me. Peering down, I give it a tug, testing it and doing so it tightens slightly just like he claimed it would.

Great, that is not going anywhere without the key, I think, when the door suddenly opens. Max wanders into the room and over to me. He has no shirt on and my eyes roam over his hard muscular body, over his chiseled abs, to the deep V-line that disappears into his jeans. I swallow dryly. A lump forming in my throat. Why does he have to look like sin, so tempting, so Max? The man is the embodiment of the word, and he knows it by the arrogant smirk on his face when he notices me checking him out.

“Colt sent me to get you. He made breakfast.” Max answers. His hair is all wet and I can tell he just showered, not only by his wet hair but also by the smell of the lingering soap he used.

“I’m not hungry,” I tell him, moving my gaze back to the window.

“It wasn’t a choice. How is your leg?” he asks, and I tuck my knees closer to my

chest.

“It’s fine,” I lie. It’s not fine. I am not healing and I won’t be without my wolf.

“Come on, you don’t want Colt or Ethan dragging you down by your hair, so get up,” he tells him. I remain where I am, unwilling to budge. Max growls and steps closer, grabbing my arm, and I jerk it away.

“Rose! Don’t!” he says coldly. The edge in his tone sends shivers down my spine at

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the underlying threat it holds.

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“Your alphas. It is hard enough being around one of you, let alone having all three

of

you

close with your aura bearing down on me,” I murmur, turning my gaze back to the window.

“We won’t be using them on you,” Max states, but I turn my attention to him.

“I am Omega, you’re all alphas. You won’t be able to help yourselves. So unless you have descenter I am not going,” I retort,

“Well, you

don’t need to use it here, believe me, no one would touch you after what you did to us, even with who you are to us,” Max says. I try not to let his words get to me, but that doesn’t make them sting any less.

I’m never going to find a pack now, and the thought of what I could have had hurts almost as much as his words. Biting my lip to stop it quivering, I try not to think about that and instead focus on what’s happening now. I need to get some descenter and suppressants. I don’t trust them to not use me being an omega against me.