To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 479

Chapter 479: Just desserts 1

HAZEL

I reached for the knob. My fingers closed around cool metal, and I twisted.

Nothing happened.

The door held fast, locked from the inside. My breath caught in my throat as reality crashed against expectation. Of course he’d locked it. Why wouldn’t he? He was chained in there with his dead wife’s ghost, vulnerable to anyone who might walk in during heat season.

I pressed my shoulder against the wood and pushed. The door rattled in its frame but didn’t give. My broken plan reformed itself in seconds. Force, then. I’d use force.

I stepped back and threw my weight forward. The impact sent pain jolting through my shoulder, but something in the mechanism gave with a sharp crack. I hit it again. Wood splintered near the lock. One more shove and the door swung inward with a groan of protest, the frame damaged but functional enough to close again if needed.

The scent hit me before I’d even crossed the threshold.

My knees buckled instantly. I caught myself on the doorframe, fingers digging into wood as waves of pure Alpha pheromones rolled over me like a physical force. Sage and earth and something wild that bypassed every rational thought I’d ever had and went straight to the base of my brain where instinct lived.

My vision blurred at the edges. Heat exploded through my core with such intensity that I gasped, my other hand flying to my stomach as if I could somehow contain what was happening inside my body. Between my thighs, wetness began to trail down my skin in slow, damning rivulets that I couldn’t stop.

I collapsed to my knees just inside the doorway. The nightdress rode up around my thighs. I didn’t care. I... I couldn’t care. Every cell in my body was screaming at me to crawl to him, to present myself as an offering, and beg to be dominated.

"Who’s there?"

His voice cut through the haze. Rough, strained, and barely human. The sound of it made something clench low in my belly.

Chains rattled in the darkness. Metal against metal, a sharp sound that should have warned me but only made my body respond with another surge of need so powerful I had to bite back a whimper.

The room was dim. A few lamps burned low along the walls, casting more shadow than light. But I could make out his shape in the center of the space. He was shirtless, with platinum chains running from restraints at his wrists up toward the ceiling where they’d been anchored to the structure itself. His chest rose and fell with labored breathing, his muscles shifting under skin that gleamed faintly with sweat.

I forced myself to my feet. My legs shook with the effort. I turned and shoved the damaged door closed behind me, then threw the lock. The mechanism protested but engaged with a click that sounded too loud in the quiet room.

My hand found the light switch. The overhead fixture blazed to life.

Gold eyes met mine across the space between us.

Not green.

Not the forest shade I’d seen before. Pure molten gold that glowed with the kind of primal intensity that belonged to something that had stopped being entirely human hours ago.

He blinked slowly. Recognition flickered across his features, faint and struggling against whatever the heat had turned him into.

Closer. Touch. Taste. Fuck.

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