Rough (Alpha Brotherhood 3)

If I killed him, the agony of losing him would tear me apart.

Omegas never survived the loss of their alpha. It was even worse when an alpha lost his omega. Cities burned and crumbled through that kind of loss.

A single tear rolled down the side of my face, dripping down into the puddle of arousal.

I had given into desire. I’d lost sight of my mission and now I knew that I had failed.

My heart ached and I began to sob.

All was lost and now it couldn’t be undone.

Chapter 10

Magnar

I hadn’t set out to mark her. I hadn’t even set out to help her through her heat, but with every sound, she’d called out to me. With every fiber of my being, I’d wanted her, and I’d fought the urge for so long that I couldn’t refuse her any longer.

It had been instinct at first, but when I’d slid my cock into her tight little sheath, I’d known that I was doomed. I knew what she felt like now and I would never tire of her. I wanted to thrust into her again and again. With every soft moan and shrill scream of desire that escaped her lips, I fell deeper for her and I couldn’t make it stop.

The moment I’d walked through that door and seen her suffering on the floor, I’d known that I couldn’t leave her. The scent of her slick drew me to her, but now that I was with her, I knew I wasn’t going anywhere.

She trembled underneath me as my knot throbbed inside her. It was fully inflated, locking her to me in a physical sense as the effects of the bond pulsed between us. Before long, it was pouring over me like rain. I could feel a very deep sense of sadness hidden inside her that I wanted to take and throw away. I felt the bliss she felt from the pleasure I’d given her, and I could still sense the burning embers of her heat. Her heat had abated for the time being, but it would return soon enough. I would rut her through every last moment to ease her pain. I’d do everything in my power to make it bearable for her.

She was my mate now and I would never take another. Once an alpha marked an omega, that bonded them for life. Neither of us would never so much as look at anyone else again. The bond was simply that powerful.

I stared down at her, losing myself in the blue of her eyes. The color reminded me of the sky on a cloudless day, of the glittering depths of gemstones and something else.

With my desire sated, I came to the realization that there was something familiar about her eyes. For a long time, I just studied them, trying to figure out what it was that I saw there inside them.

“Who are you, omega?” I finally asked her.

“I am no one,” she answered proudly. Her icy blue eyes hardened into silver steel and at that moment I recognized exactly what I was seeing.

“I’ve seen your eyes before, Ariana. You see, sometimes when I look at you it is as if I’m looking directly at a Ghost,” I whispered. My voice was calm and non-combative. I wasn’t looking to bait her. I simply just wanted to understand her.

At my words, she stilled beneath me. Her body tensed as her gaze narrowed in my direction. Her pupils constricted and a harsh sigh of disbelief fell off her lips before she pressed them tightly together.

I wanted her to know I wasn’t going to hurt her. I wanted her to know that I would keep her safe no matter what.

For so long, I’d thought we were on opposite sides. I’d been wrong, so very wrong and now I was convinced that our goals were one and the same. We weren’t enemies. We were allies. I was sure of it.

“Who are you?” she asked tentatively, her voice soft. Her breath came out in hesitant pants as her entire body tensed with realization.

“I am also no one. Just like you,” I replied, and her stiffness gradually faded away.

I reached for her face, cupping it gently before I pressed my lips to hers. I kissed her softly at first. Her returning kiss was shaky, but with time she pressed into me more fervently. It was as if we were meeting each other for the first time. I knew where to touch her to bring her pleasure. This was different. This was as if I was reaching into her and touching her soul for the very first time.

Winding my arms around her, I drew her even closer to me. Her channel tightened around my knot and I flipped onto my back. I lifted her on top of me, full of my cock. She leaned down and kissed

me herself, bravely taking what she wanted, and I let her take it.

When I was ready, I finally rolled her so that her back pressed against a soft pillow. She groaned quietly with pleasure as my cock throbbed inside her. I gazed longingly at her and started to tell her my story.

“A long time ago, I was born to a village that survived along the cliff side of the Great Mountains far east from here. We hid from the rest of the world, but eventually we were found by the Cult. My parents were killed in battle and I ran far. Eventually, I stumbled into the city of Valgertha where I met the Ghost. For a long time, I did small tasks for him. Over the years, the tasks grew bigger and more intense until he finally sent me here to break into the Cult from within,” I explained softly.

“Brogan’s death wasn’t a mistake,” she whispered, her voice hoarse as if she’d been keeping that secret for a long time.

“What?”