Omega Bound Chapter 146

Cyrus

“Why didn’t you tell Thane about everything you saw during the fight?” Fireball asks while shifting her weight lightly from foot to foot. A tell I noticed.

Fireball likes to shift her weight before she tries to round-house kick me to oblivion. Her super-fast reflexes are evident in the flicker of her piercing gaze, calculating my every move. I stand confident and steady, like a predator ready to pounce.

“I didn’t tell him because I want you to trust me. I won’t tell you secret, but I think Thane will be more understanding than you realize.”

Fireball moved first, her body a blur of motion. Her fist cut through the air with the precision, but I was ready. My hand shot up, parrying her attack with a sharp twist of my wrist, forcing her momentum to dissipate. Before I could counter, she was already behind me, her movements too fast for the eye to follow. A spinning kick aimed squarely at my ribs has me lowering my arm just in time to absorb the blow, my feet rooted firmly to the ground. The force of her strike reverberated through me, but I ignored the sting, using her momentary imbalance to launch my own attack.

My elbow flew backward, aiming for her temple, but she ducked beneath it, sliding out of range with the grace of a dancer. It was a symphony of motion—her speed clashing against my technique, both fighters testing the limits of their abilities.

I could not fall harder for this she-wolf if I tried.

There is no comparison.

Every she-wolf in the past is just a blur of unimportance.

I adjust my stance; every movement deliberate. I anticipate her next move, watching for the subtle twitch of her muscles. She lunged forward, her fists a blur, weaving in unpredictable patterns. I blocked one, two, three strikes, and then my counterattack came like lightning. A swift uppercut grazed her shoulder, forcing her to pivot sharply to escape the brunt of the impact. Her reflexes saved her from a debilitating blow, but she stumbled for the briefest of moments.

“Break. You’re getting sloppy fireball. Are you distracted?” I ask, flexing my pecs up and down smiling at my fated mate as she scowls at me for the thousandth time during the training.

“I am not distracted.” She says while her eyes roam south again, mapping out my abs.

“Listen, I know all of this is sexy and there won’t be sexy shifters like me distracting you, but you are skilled. Beyond skilled. Any other Alpha could easily be taken down by you. Just not me.”

“Why not you?” she huffs while attempting to tame all of her beautiful red hair on top of her head.

“I think you mean, why can’t I kick your ass, Cyrus?”

“Yes…Why?” she flops to her butt on the ground, and I walk up to her and sit down across from her, leaning back on my hands to make sure all my goods are on full display.

“I am the best fighter this pack has. It’s a mindset you get yourself into. A skill predicting moves. It can’t be taught overnight, but it can be learned the more you train and practice.”

“I have spent years training.” She picks grass and throws it at me.

“You may have, but I can tell by your movements that you don’t have training since whatever happened to you that made you as fast as you are.” I explain while throwing grass back at her. Look at us, lightly…oh so lightly flirting. I will take it.

"How can you tell that?" she scrunches up that cute little nose that I strangely want to bite for some reason. Oh, the things of hers I could put in my mouth. Yep...nope. Now I am distracted.

"Your movements are getting ahead of you. It is almost as if you aren't used to them yet. The more comfortable you get with it, the more lethal you will be.

"So, more training?"

"Oh yes, Fireball. More training. Clothing optional." I raise and lower my eyebrows at her and instead of a scowl, I have earned a faint smile and a head shake. "If you show up to training naked, I will break your dick off." Fireball's attempts at threatening violence only arouse me more, at some point she may realize it. "If that is all it will take for you to hold it I will be naked tomorrow."

"Shut up Cyrus."

"Make me Raven."

"Have I earned anything from you Fireball? This entire time you have been here; I have done everything I can to be here for you." I turn the conversation serious because in this moment, sitting here, staring at her I can't help it. I want everything from her. Every part of her.

“Is that what you have been doing? Trying to earn my affection?” she asks, attempting to hide all emotions but I see them wanting to peek out. I feel them calling to me.

“What I have been doing is waiting for my mate. I have been longing for my mate. I have been praying to the fates for my mate. I have been pleading with you for my mate.” I grit out, failing to keep my own emotions from flaring up.

“I am doing you a favor Cyrus.”

“Why is that, Raven? What favor are you doing me?”

“Unstable, deranged, troubled, crazy. The list goes on Cyrus.”

“Are you repeating these words because they are supposed to be a deterrent?” I ask and Fireball looks down, getting quiet. “Are you repeating words that have been put on you? Because when I hear them, it’s foreplay.” Her head shoots up, our eyes locking. Something flashes in her stunning orbs, a realization or relief on her part. “Is that what all of this is about? Too many little pups said hurtful things about your personality and preferences and now I, your fated mate and REAL Alpha wolf must suffer for it? Be all those things for me. Just let me be them with you.”

"You want revenge? Let's burn the world. You want to fuck on the hood of your new car, parked front and center in the middle of the pack while everyone watches? I will charge admission." I stand up and reach a handout toward my mate. She eyes it for a minute, hopefully seeing images of me banging her on top of her car like I am, before she takes my hand. I pull her into me and grasp her tight. Her big eyes look like ice blue glaciers today with tiny flecks of gold and green in them. "Just say the word and I will give you the heads of all who have wronged you and ravage you in their blood." I slam my lips down on hers while holding her face in my hands. It seems like I have been gutted waiting for her to kiss me back, but she does. Soon we in a full on make out sesh, my hands ache to roam her body but instead I am dropped with a knee to my dick.

"Stop kissing me." she pulls back smiling.