Volt’s upbringing was a little different. He came to Black Mountain as a pup, his father having gone insane and killing his mother before taking his own life. His Alpha father refused to join a clan and took a Beta for a mate, yet impregnated an Omega to have a child—Volt.
It didn’t end well.
And Volt’s been dealing with the results ever since.
My father didn’t approve of him for my clan, but it wasn’t his choice. My wolf drives my needs, and he chose Caius and Volt.
And now my wolf wants Clove.
However, her falling out of her estrus is… problematic.
I can’t mate an Omega incapable of providing an heir. That’s my duty as Pack Alpha. And I refuse to mate an Omega only to fuck another to fulfill a requirement. That would destroy my clan.
Which leaves me with the very difficult decision of having to wait.
I need to know Clove can give us what we need before I mate her.
Until then, Caius and Volt can play. But they know not to claim her.
My wolf is pissed, but this is one situation where my human mind overrules his animalistic instincts. It’s my responsibility as a leader to make the right choices in life not just for me, but for my entire pack.
Unfortunately, this is one of them.
Sighing, I close down my computer and stand to stretch my arms over my head. I sent out a message to Alpha Duncan—one of the few who didn’t attempt to challenge me earlier today over Clove—to call for a midnight meeting on the beach.
I’m going to address the pack and tell them what’s happening with Clove.
Then I’ll address the challengers, most of whom should be awake by now and healing.
I’ll forgive them for their actions because I felt the rutting pull threatening to overtake my wolf and understand why they gave into it. But I’ll expect a show of respect from them.
Which will begin with them attending tonight’s meeting.
Anyone who doesn’t will be sternly spoken with and, depending on their response, permanently removed from the island.
I won’t kill them.
But I will exile them, something I’ve only ever done once.
Since most of the wolves here are not true rejects, they’re not relegated to the island. Most of the paperwork is all falsified as well, giving me jurisdiction to do as I please.
I don’t particularly enjoy the authority. However, it is a natural skill.
Clove screams Caius’s name, pulling me from my thoughts and making my lips curl. I wander toward them, wanting to grab a pair of fresh jeans and a pair of boots from the closet in the den bedroom.
The erotic display on the bed momentarily arrests me, making me regret having a meeting to attend in ten minutes.
Clove’s luscious brown hair is spilled across the silky pillows, her plump lips swollen and parted on a moan that goes straight to my groin.
Volt is lounging beside her, naked, and lazily stroking his shaft as Caius devours the sweetness between her legs. I swallow, her decadent perfume an allure that makes my wolf stir with need. I knotted her twice this morning, yet it feels like I could go a dozen more times and still not be satisfied.
She’s beautiful.
And the way she’s following her animalistic instincts right now is a divine sight that makes my wolf rumble in approval.
Her midnight gaze meets mine, her cheeks a stunning reddish shade. I walk toward her as though drawn to her by an invisible string and lean down to kiss her like I already own her.
Mine, my wolf says.
But I don’t let him bite her.
Not yet.
Not until we know for sure that she’s the Omega we should claim.
However, I purr for her, the sound one that comes from my wolf, demanding to be heard. He’s already chosen her. He wants to worship her. He wants to give her comfort and prove himself worthy.
Alas, I pull away, the purr in my chest intensifying as I fight my inner beast.
Volt meets my gaze, his expression knowing.
I shake my head, telling him not to comment.
Thankfully, he doesn’t.
I exchange my jeans and pull on a pair of socks with my boots just as Clove comes undone again on the bed.
Her scream is hoarser now, her body tensing in a way that suggests this orgasm was a bit more painful in nature. Caius notices and slowly stops his sensual torture, kissing a path up her abdomen to her breasts before reaching her lips.
She’s still shaking from her orgasm, her body painted in goose bumps and shades of pink. “Give her a bath,” I suggest from the doorway. “Help her relax.”
Volt has already stopped stroking himself, clearly putting her needs above his—an action I’ve never seen him do for anyone other than his clan.