Omega Dual Bond

Four

Thor's POV

Before the raid to capture the girls, my twin sister, Reina, and my beta, Conan, assembled over fifty rogues. The plan had been set, and Reina gave the final instructions to the group.

“No bloodshed unless it’s necessary. Calm your f*****g nerves,” Reina commanded, her hand gliding over her smooth bald head as she handed out guns and poisoned arrows.

Reina, five months pregnant after suffering nine miscarriages since the birth of her first child, had every reason to sit this one out. I had told her as much.

“Maybe you should rest this time. You don’t need the stress,” I’d suggested.

She had rolled her eyes at me. There was no way she’d miss this. "Pregnancy isn't a disease."

Strong as a hulk, Reina could command an entire army of rogue werewolves, me included.

Conan stood beside her, his bright lipstick glowing like neon under the moonlight. Intersex, Conan carried male and female body parts, and despite what most thought, his strength had always left me in awe. The most unlikely people usually held the most power. Conan and Reina were a perfect example of that.

Dressed in black, we moved like shadows. The rogues, from different packs, had their reasons for turning rogues. Some were omegas, tired of the abuse and molestation from their pack mates. Others were outcasts. But we all had one thing in common.

Revenge and bitterness.

It burned in our veins like fire, fueling every move we made. We stormed the mating ball with one goal: find their bastard alpha's kid and take down anyone else we deemed necessary. The Creek Keeper’s leaders had betrayed me when I needed them most. Their spilled brats had already painted me as a demon, a mass murderer, and a monster who slaughtered without mercy.

I planned to roast them alive, make them suffer, and scream as my parents had screamed when they were killed. That would be justice. No apology, however sincere, could ever bring my papa and mama back.

But when I stepped into my van, and my eyes landed on the blonde girl in an orange dress who'd been trembling in fear, my wolf stirred, excitement and raw lust crackling through me, and sweat dampened my palms as I gripped the steering wheel.

She was my mate.

My f*****g mate.

I never believed in the Moon Goddess or whatever crap shifters worshiped. If there was a goddess out there, she could’ve saved my parents from death. They had loved her and obeyed her, yet they’d been burnt to death.

Finding my mate like this felt like a cruel twist in the middle of my revenge. My mind screamed that this wasn’t right, that she was from the enemy’s pack. I wasn’t supposed to fall prey to lust, especially for someone tied to the people I wanted dead.

From the rearview mirror, I watched her full lips tremble, her wide blue eyes darting around as if she were some princess waiting for a prince. But her prince wasn’t coming. Instead, I, the demon, would tear her from everything she knew and loved.

Her life was already over.

Don’t do this, my wolf growled in my mind. She’s our mate.

I forced myself to ignore it. The bond flared between us, and she recognized it too. She stared at me, terrified, then dropped her gaze, ashamed of the connection.

Her presence had a strange effect on me. Anger that usually roared through my veins seemed to melt away, replaced by something I didn’t want to acknowledge. I wanted her—every inch of my body screamed for her, urged me to pull her close, undress her, and bury my c**k deep inside her warmth.

She looked fragile and soft, and her eyes begged to be touched. Her scent drove me insane, clouding my thoughts with waves of desire. My wolf had never reacted like this, not even during meaningless s*x flings.

I hadn’t realized how far I’d driven until we arrived at our destination, an isolated hideout in the middle of nowhere. The small town around us was quiet, with a few scattered houses, a tiny grocery store, and a brothel. It was such a peaceful place to hide that most people ignored it for our benefit.

Seeing my mate now would only complicate things. Convincing the rogues not to burn the girls alive would be impossible. Everyone was on edge, including my sister and her husband, Oscar, who stood nearby, practically salivating for what came next.

“If only it were Alpha Carter getting burned right now,” Reina murmured. “But this will do. They stole from us, and we’re just giving them what they deserve.”

She looked at me, expecting a response, but I only nodded gravely. She studied me, and concern flashed across her face.

“Is something bothering you, Thor?”

Before I could respond, Conan burst out of the cabin, holding a gasoline canister. “Lock all the doors and windows!” he shouted with wide-eyed excitement.

The rogues obeyed, sealing the cabin shut. Conan tipped the gasoline, and as the liquid splashed onto the floor, the sharp stench hit the air immediately.

Are you going to let them burn our mate? My wolf’s voice cried inside me.

The screams of the girls inside pierced the night, tugging at something deep in my chest. I clenched my jaw, fighting the urge to cry out. My wolf tore at me from the inside, howling, and desperate to save our mate. The pain was unbearable, like claws ripping at my soul.

The gasoline soaked into the floor, and Conan grinned as he pulled out a matchbox, his fingers trembling with glee. The rogues started chanting, “Burn! Burn! Burn!” like savages.

“Stop! No!”

I couldn’t stand by and watch my mate burn. In a swift motion, I snatched the matchbox from Conan’s hand. Silence fell. Everyone stared, confused. The only sound left was the desperate sobbing of the girls inside.

“What the f**k are you doing, Thor?” Conan’s voice quivered with barely contained anger.

Murmurs rippled through the group. Reina stepped closer, angry as f**k. “Thor, what the hell is going on? We risked everything for this. What changed?”

“We wait. Let their fathers come for them.”

Conan’s eyes flashed with wild rage. “Wait? What the f**k are you talking about? We spent months planning this, remember?”

“Thor, this is not the time to hesitate,” Oscar, my sister's husband and best friend, said with a calmer tone but just as insistent.

“I’m not going back on my word. We wait.”

Not having the energy to explain my intentions, I ignored Conan, who kept saying this was foolish. I knew he wanted to say more but bit back his tongue. He muttered incoherently, then stomped away with the other rogues as if I was no longer worthy of respect.

“Move the girls to the warehouse,” I ordered Reina. “Or take them to one of the cabins.”

Reina’s jaw tightened, irritation flaring in her eyes, but she nodded. She wouldn’t challenge me directly, not in front of the others.

“I need an explanation.”

“I’ll tell you later. Just move them.”

Exhaling, I leaned against a mango tree, watching Reina open the door and let out a procession of terrified girls from the cabin.

Amidst the chaos, I spotted her—my mate—unconscious and draped against Carter’s daughter.

Instinct took over. I pushed through the crowd, worry eating at me. What the hell was I doing? This wasn’t me. I couldn’t afford to go soft now. I didn’t even like this version of myself.

She was an Omega—a weakling. A part of me wanted to reject the bond, but every other part of me burned to possess her. Her boobs slightly protruded out of the thin fabric she was wearing, and how long blonde hair spilled out from a messy bun resting against her neck.

Focus, you horny bastard.

I carried her to a cabin nearby, laying her gently on the bed. Carter’s daughter glared at me with pure hatred, but that didn’t bother me. Perhaps I should just kill her now.

“Did you plan to burn us alive?” she glared at me with burning reproachful eyes.

“You’re lucky to be still breathing,” I shot back.

Her fiery gaze met mine, and for a second, something inside me snapped. She was acting like a mad bobcat.

“Scram,” I ordered. “Run away next time you see me. You’re the main target.”

Fear flashed across her face, but only for a moment. Grabbing her hand, I dragged her out of the room and slammed the door behind her.

Finally, alone, I turned to my mate. My heart raced, and desire thrummed through my veins. She mumbled something and squinted her lids open.

Seeing her helpless just made me feel like a terrible person for the first time in years, and I felt a string of shame for being a rogue and compassion for scaring my mate. It had been years since I felt anything like that for anyone who wasn’t my sister or niece.

She gasped and tried to sit up, realizing we were alone.

“Stay still. You’re safe,” I muttered, my voice rough. She glanced around, clearly trying to figure out a way to escape.

My desire took over, making my instincts primal when the scent of the bond wafted across my nose. Without realizing it, I opened my mouth to mark her neck.