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I gasped, arching my back as another powerful wave of heat surged through me. He growled, still hidden behind the wide trunk of one of the surrounding trees.

"Who... who are you?" I panted, struggling even to breathe.

Silence.

I placed my hands on my knees, letting out a loud purr. My body was calling out to him, forcing him to come to me. I exhaled an even stronger scent, as sweet as the fragrance of red roses.

He grunted, the sound mixing with a low moan.

And then he stepped out from behind the tree.

His scent hit me harder this time. He was an alpha. And not just any alpha—a powerful one.

As if my wolf approved of him, my core throbbed, and my underwear became soaked.

I let my gaze roam over him, taking in his bare feet, long and toned legs covered by worn jeans that clung to his muscles as he moved with silent, predatory steps. He wore a white linen shirt that clung to his sculpted chest and strong, defined arms. His hands were firm and powerful, with veins tracing along his wrists and forearms.

"I should be asking, who are you?" he hissed. His firm, strong, and authoritative voice made me shudder.

I looked up.

He was... breathtaking.

The faint moonlight highlighted the rebellious waves of his light brown hair, framing a face of sharp lines, a strong jaw, and lightly tanned skin sprinkled with almost imperceptible freckles. His eyes, a deep blue at the edges with stormy gray at the center, merged the colors into an intense and penetrating gaze.

Thick, well-shaped eyebrows. A straight nose. And a mouth so perfectly shaped, it was almost sinful. The grown stubble along his jaw and around his lips only made him more irresistibly sexy.

He was tall, much taller and broader than me, radiating sheer power. And his scent... God, it was divine.

My inner being throbbed even harder, responding instinctively to the dominant presence of this powerful alpha. I let my backpack slip off my arms and onto the ground.

He inhaled deeply, flaring his nostrils.

"What are you doing in my territory?" he growled, as if struggling to maintain control.

My knees gave out, and I collapsed onto the ground again, crushing the leaves beneath my weight.

"Your... your territory?" I panted, running my tongue over my dry lips. His sharp gaze followed the motion.

His pupils expanded, blending with the silvery hue of his eyes.

He took a step closer, as if his body was being drawn to me against his will.

"Who are you?" he snarled, repeating the question so forcefully that his voice reverberated through my very bones.

A wave of desire so intense surged through me that I couldn’t control it. I let out a low, pained howl. The alpha responded, stepping closer.

I was dying. That had to be the explanation for what I was feeling. Every fiber, every bone, every muscle in my body throbbed.

"Who are you?" I snapped through clenched teeth, unable to think of anything more coherent to ask.

My body released a scent so intense that his own faded in comparison, saturating the air, dominating it as though it belonged to the forest itself.

In the blink of an eye, moving so quickly I could barely register it, he knelt before me.

"Fenrir," he growled.

I lifted my sweaty face, strands of hair clinging to the skin of my forehead and neck. Our eyes met.

And at that moment, I could feel—not just that he was looking at me—but that he saw everything I was.

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Fenrir extended his arm, brushing his fingertips against my face. His skin was warm, feverish like mine. His hand trembled, muscles taut as if he were making the greatest effort in the world to restrain himself.

"What's your name?" he asked, his voice low and raspy.

I swallowed to moisten my dry throat.

"Savannah," I replied, blinking slowly. "My name is Savannah."

He took a deep breath, flaring his nostrils as he absorbed my scent, trying to determine my pack and species.

"What is an omega in heat doing lost in the middle of my territory?" he inquired, tilting his head slightly to the side.

I stared at him, losing myself in the swirling colors of his deep, penetrating eyes.

I remained silent, unsure how to explain that I was a fugitive being hunted by my psychopathic ex-fiancé and considered a traitor to my pack for running away without the alpha's consent.

I exhaled, inhaling the scent of fresh pine and damp earth. My pupils dilated as another wave of heat hit me, and I lunged forward, crashing into him.

I clenched my teeth tightly and stopped breathing.

He was strong, hard as stone. And... so warm. Damn, scorching like a furnace.

A moan escaped my throat.

Fenrir growled, grabbing the hair at the nape of my neck and forcing my head back. His eyes glowed an intense gold.

"I don’t know what the hell you are, but I can’t control myself," he growled.

And then he pressed his mouth to mine. It wasn’t romantic, delicate, or pretty. It was primal, desperate, raw.

He parted my lips, his tongue meeting mine. I returned the kiss, clutching him with all my strength.

Hunter had been my first and only male. He was always romantic with me, though I had long realized it was all an act, the biggest pretense.

I had no idea if I felt better with Fenrir, an alpha I didn’t even know, than I ever had with my fiancé, because I was overwhelmed by the heat.

His tongue slid through my mouth while his hand stayed firm in my hair. I gripped his hard shoulders, digging my nails into him as I rose to my knees, pulling us closer.

My body felt on the verge of spontaneous combustion.

The contact wasn’t enough. I needed more. So much more.

I ran my fingers over the muscles of his back, savoring the rigid texture of his skin, tasting him.

He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down my neck, leaving wet kisses. I felt the tips of his fangs against my throbbing vein—a light drag, a faint scrape.

My wolf stirred, eager for this, for his mark, as if it was right.

"Fenrir," his name left my lips like a moan, a pleading whisper.

He growled again, pushing me down to the ground, lying me on my back and covering my body with his. His golden eyes gleamed, his wolf side fully in control.

We were succumbing to our nature. I was an omega in heat, and he was an alpha ready to satisfy me. This wasn’t human, nor was it romantic. It was wild, purely primal.

He gripped the sides of my wool sweater and yanked, tearing it apart and discarding it from my body. I was so overheated that the cold air barely touched my exposed skin.

He stared at me, analyzing the red lace bra that covered my small, round breasts. Extending a claw, he sliced through the fabric with one smooth motion.

His gaze darkened, fixed on the pink, hardened tips of my breasts. My skin prickled with goosebumps.

I should have felt ashamed, lying naked before a male I didn’t know. But I didn’t.

I felt desired. Truly desired. Not like the way Hunter used to look at me, but in a different, more intense, deeper way.

Fenrir lowered his lips, taking one nipple into his mouth, holding it lightly between his teeth. I gasped, arching off the ground.

I grabbed his hair, running my fingers through the soft strands. He sucked hard on the peak, dragging his rough tongue around the areola.

A growl rumbled in my chest. He responded with a rough snarl, sending shivers through my entire body.

My soaked panties clung to my skin, rubbing against my swollen clit.

"More," I panted, begging to be taken.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my jeans and tugged hard, ripping the button and zipper apart. I pressed my feet against the ground, lifting my hips as he pulled the fabric down my thighs, taking my panties with it and leaving me completely exposed.

The branches and leaves on the forest floor pricked and scratched my bare skin.

I sat up, sliding my hands to the linen shirt he wore and tearing it apart uncontrollably. The fabric hung from his shoulders, leaving his defined torso exposed. I admired his sun-kissed skin and lean, chiseled muscles stretching down to his stomach. A light trail of fine golden and brown hair adorned the center of his chest.

My gaze traveled lower, noticing the bulge straining against the tight fabric of his pants.

I placed my palm over it, sliding my hand and feeling his muscles tense beneath my touch.

I licked my lips, tilting my chin up. He stared at me without blinking, his chest rising and falling rapidly with his heavy breathing.

A moan escaped me.

That was all it took for him to grab me tightly and kiss me again.

Gathering a courage I didn’t know I had, I slid my fingers, undoing the button of his jeans and pulling down the zipper.

He didn’t stop me, didn’t even hesitate at my touch. When my fingers brushed the hard length beneath his boxer briefs, he groaned against my mouth.

I gasped, touching him through the fabric.

Blinking, my body responded instinctively to him. Another wave of searing heat crashed over me, so intense I thought I might shatter.

Fenrir moved too quickly for me to track. He turned me onto my stomach, pressing my body against his hard, defined frame. His lips pressed against my neck, his fangs grazing the delicate skin.

"Please..." I whispered, my voice barely audible as it disappeared into the wind.

Rising onto his knees, he pushed his pants down, freeing his erection. Glancing over my shoulder, I couldn’t stop myself from admiring the long, thick length, veins pulsing along its surface.

He lifted his gaze to meet mine, his head slightly tilted. He didn’t seem human—nothing about him was natural. Fenrir was completely consumed by his animal instincts. His golden eyes glowed, and every move he made was precise, primal.

He spread my thighs, running his fingers through my wetness, gliding them over my slit. He let out a sound that was more like a howl, pulling his hand back and bringing it to his face. He inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring as he savored the scent of my arousal. Then he brought his fingers to his lips, licking them, tasting me.