All Chapters of The Omega and Her Three Wolves   : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Cassian POV“What is going on?” Jarek grunted, annoyed, when he returned to the living room. Jessa opened the first aid kit, not looking at either of us.I stood, recognizing Denric’s shout. “I’ll go deal with it.”I glanced at Jessa, hating the way she avoided my gaze. I wanted to reassure her, but another shout came from outside. I hurried out to find out what was happening. Denric and Joe stood eye-to-eye, screaming at each other. They were both so loud and overlapping that I couldn’t hear what either of them was saying. I recognized the half-crazed look in Denric’s eyes, though. It was a look I only rarely saw. Concern swept through me. His hands were shaking, his fingers tipped with claws.Not good. Denric was one of the most self-controlled Alphas I knew. But when he lost it, he really lost it. I hurried over, pushing myself physically between the two. Joe snarled and pushed back at me, but I absorbed the impact and shoved him back a step.“That’s enough,” I said harshly. “What’

Jessa POVI woke with the opening line of Jane Austen’s *Pride and Prejudice*, or rather, the wolf shifter version, rattling in my mind. It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single Alpha in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a mate. When I was younger, I had devoured all of Austen’s books and any other romance I could get my hands on. The stories in which the young, beautiful Omega found herself forcibly bonded with the striking, brooding Alpha were once my favorite. Now, I pitied all those poor women who found themselves in that situation.Sunlight streamed into the room, and I got up from my awkward position of lying horizontal on the bed, my feet hanging off the edge. It seemed silly now, but last night it seemed like a good idea. It would allow room for Cassian when he inevitably wanted to sleep on the bed, without having his massive, muscular body pressed to mine. But it seemed he had left the room sometime during the night. The chair was empty.It was for t

Jarek POVThe house was a welcome warmth in comparison to the cold night. We’d gotten a skiff of snow that day, but the wind made it worse. Normally, my coat and jeans were warm enough, even in January, but that wind had cut right through me. I shrugged off the coat and hung it up before I put my boots in the closet, next to the other three sets.The mingled scents of people were still uncomfortable for being in my space, but the smell of food overpowered them. My mouth watered as I washed up in the bathroom before heading to the dining room.Cassian and Jessa sat together on the same side of the table, holding hands while they ate their pizza. I grabbed a slice, my gaze lingering too long on their hands. Since when did they hold hands? I’d spent the last few days dealing with this mess with the Elders, but I hadn’t noticed anything between them before. My wolf huffed. Not jealous, exactly, but wishing I was the one sitting next to her, holding her hand.“Of course,” Jessa said in ans

Denric POV“Get your fucking hands off her!” I dove between Jessa and the Alphas, shoving them backward away from her. Some part of my mind said it would have been easier and less violent to pull her away, but that would have required touching her.She doesn’t want me to touch her, I thought.“Chill the fuck out,” Alpha Peter yelped, jumping back. “What, is the pussy really that good?”I rolled to the balls of my feet and snarled. “Don’t talk about my mate that way.”“Really?” Quinn lifted a pale eyebrow. “One night in the dark woods, and all of a sudden, you’re a knight in shining armor? You hate the Omega more than anyone else.”“Back off,” I warned.I have a good reason. You don’t. But what were my reasons? They seemed to be pale and insubstantial now. And I hated that my wolf was growling, wanting to protect Jessa as though my life depended on her happiness.Peter crossed his arms, looking bemused as he stared at Jessa over my shoulder. “What did you do to them, huh? Did you cast

Jessa POVDammit, Joe! I bit back the urge to curse aloud. Here I was, having the first civil conversation with Denric we’d had in twenty years, and he had to interrupt! But then… judging by the heat in my belly, the tightness of my skin, and the way I wanted to launch myself at Denric, maybe the interruption was a good thing.I pulled myself out of the hot tub, shivering as the cool winter air brushed against my wet skin. Joe frowned at my attire.“Go ahead inside,” I told him. “I’ll be in soon.”Denric started to stand, but I touched his shoulder with my fingertips. A smoldering sensation worked up my arm from our skin contact. Joe narrowed his eyes but turned and walked into the house. I let out a shaky breath as I glanced at Denric. His hazel eyes were stormy.Water dripped down his muscular chest, rolling over the single tattoo on his shoulder. It was a lily, in honor of his mother.“I can handle my brother myself,” I told him with more confidence than I felt. “Please don’t tell