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OmegaMine

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Chapter Eleven – Teeth

My teeth were firmly in his neck. My furred arms wrapped around him. His growl had ceased the moment my half shifted body's fangs cut into his neck. It had been survival and my wolf's need that demanded I mark him back. And at this moment in time, I knew it was survival that was running at the forefront. How did I know that? I wasn't cursing at myself yet. Instead, my fangs stayed in his neck as his blood – oh god his blood that make me wish I was a vampire – rushed through me. Marked us, bound us together.

His arms that had been on either side of me to pin me in suddenly caged me to him and his wolf let out a satisfied growl at the click. The click that half bound us together. Forever. It was like a coat I never realised I'd had, moved and merged with his and his with mine until they surrounded each other and returned to being unseen as our wolf souls finished merging. I felt his heartbeat speed then slow to match my own for that moment of bonding. I felt his blood of life rush through him. I felt the strength that filled him. And most of all, I felt something that scared me. Scared me because it proved just how honest Tyler had been with me. I felt such a raw possessiveness I knew that if I ever threatened this bond, I, or they, would pay dearly. And I had a feeling that whatever happened to I, or they, would become the worst Omega attack in history by the Omega of Omega's.

Pulling my teeth out of his neck, I didn't shift back, being in half form allowed me to look at him in the eyes with ease as I was now six-four – his human height, it made me wonder how tall he was in his half form. What he looked like in that form. Being six-four now, he must be near seven-foot in his half form.

Of course, I wasn't stupid enough to think that all he wanted was a mark. A mark was a lot like an engagement ring in human terms, it was only our wolves truely bonding. Mating, sex, two bodies becoming one, was the marriage. A marriage without any sight of a divorce. The sharing of scents that warned other's by their sensitive noses, something that couldn't be mistaken like a bite could be – there has been times where bite marks on the neck were from an attack, not a mating and so other wolves thought them to still be a free agent.

But then, I'd looked at the mark that he'd given me on my neck over the past week. If any were able to mistake it for a attack or defence bite, they'd need their eyes checked. It was definetly a mating bite.

"I will agree to the first because I know that I will enjoy chasing you down," he growled close to my ear, sending shivers down my spine. He stood straight and continued. "And I'll agree to the second if my second in command goes with you and you return here once your pack is settled."

"I can't leave them," I responded, trying to forget the fact that he'd just said his second would go with me. It was better than nothing, and if anything, I could use my magic on him.

"Then bring them here."

I stared at him as I shifted back to my human form, a form six inches shorter than his, leaving me staring up at him while still locked in his arms, locked with his heat surrounding me. My wolf purred in my mind as I tried to understand his words. "Bring them here?" I asked incredulously. "One, where is here? Two, why? So you can control them and use them in a battle you don't even care about?"

"If you bring them here, they will be safe from your brothers leadership, which is what has you afraid. And they will be your wolves. But then, since your mine, yes, they will be mine to 'use in a battle I don't even care about'."

If I had a knife... Oh, wait, I have claws. Damn, I was starting to sound like an Omega. "What happens if they do come here?" I asked, acknowledging that he knew my fear.

"That, my little Alpha-blood mate, is up to you."

Narrowing my eyes at him, I tried to figure out what he really meant. Their were few wolves in the pack that would survive life in a constant ongoing battle against Kalb Flow. But then, there were a few who would thrive, and few who would just about cope. But could I do that to them? Of course, I'd give the pack the choice, stay with my brother or come with me. But would I just be putting them in more danger? Bringing them into the heart of the Omega's den? Another question rose, would he use them against me?

So many what if's bombarded my mind like a woodpecker pecking at a tree. I'd give the pack a choice, and if they decided to come with me and my mate went to use them against me, so be it. At least they'd be better protected... or so I hoped. It would the best I would be able to do for my pack that would fall and die under my brothers command if left for too long. A day over a week and they were already being attacked by a neighbour.

After a moment of silence between us, I spoke up again with a question. "So, do I know your second? And what do you guys call your second anyway?"

His arms tightened as I shifted my weight. "His name is Godric, and we decided to call our second in command Omicron."

As though he'd been summoned, a familiar face opened the door. Oh... That was Godric. Small world. Huh. I winced as Godric sent me a glare. Godric was six-seven and the mother – or father – of all monsters in his half shifted form at seven-foot-two if remembered the last time we'd met correctly. Thick dark locks framed a harsh shaped face. Steel grey eyes glared so deeply I felt it to my core. Godric had a name among the wolves. Zeus. He was massive. He looked like he crushed, snapped, and ate babies for breakfast. And he never smiled. Personally, I thought Hades worked better, but apparently Zeus struck more fear. Who knew. Maybe it was the lightening bolts.

Trying to struggle out of my mate's arms was useless. His grip around my waist too tight to wiggle out. Sending him a glare, I growled as he only tightened his arms. "Is it really necessary that I have someone go with me?"

"Yes. And Godric is going with you because he knows what to expect with your magic."

Godric shook his wrist at shoulder height in my direction. Something within snarled at the sight of a white gold bracelet on his wrist but I didn't understand why. Unfortunately, my mate did.

"While you were being stubborn," my mate started, letting me go so I could take a few steps back. "We had a talk with your mother."

I frowned at him before returning my gaze to the bracelet that Godric "Zeus" returned to his side. "Did you hurt her?"

"No. But we did find out that she has a weakness against white gold."

My eyes shot to his. White gold? First I had to avoid silver because it made my skin itch, now I had to avoid white gold as well? Damn. Although, that did explain my reaction five or six years ago when a pack member bought me a necklace for my birthday.

"You don't trust me?" A stupid question since I didn't trust him either.

"I'm letting you go without me," he countered. "And only Godric and Azriel wear white gold. No other."

"Whose Azriel?" I asked, wanting to at least know pack rank around this den of Omega's that should have never been.

"A pack member," Darius, my mate, replied evasively.

"So why don't all your pack members wear white gold?"

I stumbled back in surprise as Darius growled threateningly, stepping forward. In surprise because, for one moment, I forgot. I forgot during a semi-normal conversation that my mate was an Omega. I forgot while in his warm arms that it was an Omega holding me. And forgetting, no matter how warm he was, was a very bad thing.

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