Amon woke up to Kevin staring at him. “I had a dream. Some female looking dude told me to mate with her,” he nodded at Madison's sleeping body, “ and to bite her neck, completing the mark. Is that what you did? Did the weird man tell you to do this?”
“No, unlike you and the other dumbasses, I never once forgot who my soulmate was. If the marking is this weak, you don’t deserve her.” Amon told the scorpion. Without Madison's influence the bond they shared was gone.
“Regardless, hand the female over. He said without my mark my cubs would die.” Kevin’s voice was devoid of emotion. He didn’t understand how he, the future of his tribe, chose this female. Even though this village was odd, he counted thirty omega scorpions, twenty seven with mates. How could his father allow omegas to come her
