The alpha—hisalpha—was only twenty feet away now, and he opened his mouth and said something, but Fenrir couldn’t catch it through the ringing in his ears. When that seemed to confuse his prize and the alpha retreated a step, he growled out a warning.
Movement over the alpha’s shoulder caught Fenrir’s attention, and he glanced up to discover there were others approaching. Two males and a female.
Also familiar.
Also unimportant.
Only, the female spoke then and whatever she said caught his alpha’s attention. He turned his head toward her, giving Fenrir his side.
Fen did not like that.
His hand moved, flinging several large icicles straight toward the threat.
The woman flipped backward in the air, smoothly avoiding his attack, but it was no matter, it’d bought him the precious seconds he’d needed to reach his prey.
Fenrir wrapped his arms around his alpha and yanked him against his chest. Before the man could even think to struggle, he buried a hand in silky blond hair and pulled his head to the side, exposing the length of his neck.
He barely wasted a second staring at that attractive golden throat before Fen sunk his teeth into it and bit down as hard as he could. The taste of copper exploded on his tongue as blood gushed into his mouth, and he held on, restricting the alpha’s movements as he struggled. It didn’t last.
All at once, the large man in his hold went limp, and they both dropped, Fenrir taking a knee, keeping the alpha close and his teeth buried.
His gaze caught the female he’d attacked, the one who’d evaded, and he glared, daring her to try something. Daring her to defy his claim now that he’d given the bite. Power flowed through him directly into the alpha’s bloodstream, intrinsically tying them together. The bond between them pulsated and solidified, a solid thing he could feel as easily as he could his fingers when he flexed them.
“Precious.” The alpha reached back and captured him around the nape, pressing down as though to get his attention. “I’m cold.”
Cold?
Cold.
Oh.
The room was covered in snow and ice, a fine layer coating the alpha’s body.
Fenrir cut his power instantly.
“Okay.” The alpha patted him. “Now your teeth.”
He growled.
“Trust me, omega, that isn’t healing. You did good. It’s starting to hurt though.”
Omega?
Who was the omega?
Who—
He let go with a gasp, falling onto his ass in the process.
The alpha twisted in his hold, green eyes glowing neon, like tiny beacons in a dark forest summoning Fenrir home.
“King,” his name was spoken almost reverently, tumbling off his lips on a full body sigh that made all his muscles go lax and any remaining tension melt away.
“Yeah, precious. It’s me. We—”
He didn’t hear the rest of that sentence.
Completely drained, Fenrir passed out.