“Accept me, Elara. Complete the claim. Now.”
My hands go to his neck, dragging him down till our foreheads touch. I’m staring into those storm-lit eyes, and my promise—my vengeance, my need for safety—comes roaring up.
“I accept,” I whisper, voice shaking, but I mean every word. “I claim you, Alpha Kael. My life, my purpose, my vengeance—they’re yours.”
He doesn’t wait. His mouth finds my neck, teeth sinking in just above my collarbone. Not brutal, but deep—final.
Pain slams into me, sharp as lightning, but tangled up in it is something way bigger. Pain, pleasure, power—it all blurs together until I can’t separate anything.
My body jerks, arching into him, hands fisted in the armor on his chest. That old, unfinished ache between us goes up in smoke. In its place? A surge of Omega ener
