Omega Bound Chapter 267

Rhonda

Marla, riding shotgun, slaps a fresh round into her revolver and grins. “So, we’re really going after him, huh? Little street brat thinks he can waltz in and play hero with Raven? That’s cute.” She smiles as I hammer down on the accelerator of the car I stole from my son’s lot.

I can see fine....mostly.

And I’m sitting on a pretty thick book.

I laugh, one hand on the wheel, the other tapping the tracker. “Cute? Ha! He’s going to get chewed up and spit out fast when we rescue Raven. I won't let him hear the end of it. And don’t even get me started on Raven… hot, smart, untouchable. Someone thought they could grab her? They’re about to meet the fury of a very pissed-off, very naughty elder.”

They took Raven.

My Raven.

Nobody touches my list members.

And let’s be honest, nothing says ‘dangerous’ like a car full of old bitches with guns, trackers, and a very personal grudge.

Suki in the back smirks, one boot resting on the console. “Honestly, I get why you’re mad. Hell, I’d be drooling too.”

I grin wickedly, flicking a glance at her through the rearview mirror. “Exactly. And that little brat Cyrus? I’ve had this tracker in him since he was a teen pup. Horny, reckless, running the streets, making dumb decisions… and now he’s running straight into the fire. I’m going to enjoy every second of making sure he doesn’t screw this up.” I also never told Thane’s dad I put one in Cyrus, either. He wouldn’t have approved.

Look at me now.

Suki chuckles, tipping her hat back. “Meanwhile, after we rescue Raven, we open that bar and lap-dance studio, right? Legal or not, it’s going to be great. Young she-wolves teaching elder she-wolves how it’s really done.” She laughs as she air quotes.

I snort, slamming the wheel slightly to dodge a puddle. “Exactly. Amani will teach them, humiliate them, and then we laugh our asses off drinking the profits.” Like, we are actually interested in teaching pack members lap dances for mates.

I want that money, honey.

I may put that on the Cooter's t-shirts.

Jill leans forward, “Cyrus is getting close to the compound. You think Raven’s still… okay? She can handle herself, but…”

“Hell yes she can,” I snap, voice low, “She’s alive, she’s hot, and she’s about to make whoever grabbed her wish they hadn’t. And anyone touching her? They’re going to regret it for the rest of their miserable lives.”

The song on the playlist switches to a pop tune about young alphas strutting through the streets, and I get so excited I almost swerve. “Oh, hell yes! This is my jam!” I start belting along, voice loud and off-key, grin splitting my face. “Strong arms, broad chest, make me spin… don’t need a reason, let the fun begin!” My sisters in the back laugh, some joining in, some shaking their heads, but I don’t care. I’m singing, laughing, tracking Cyrus, thinking about Raven, and generally being the unhinged badass elder I was born to be because Larry never lets me have any fun.

That's why I have to create it everywhere I go.

“Fangs out, tails up, feel the fire! Ride me higher! Take me higher!” I howl the last line over the roar of the tires through the puddles. “PLAY IT AGAIN!” I yell at Marla. She jumps and starts the son over.

*“Oh, I see you strut across the street,*

*Alpha heat beneath your feet,*

*Leather tight, and that grin so wide,*

*I wanna ride, I wanna ride!*

*Strong arms, broad chest, make me spin,*

*Don’t need a reason, let the fun begin,*

*Fangs out, tails up, feel the fire,*

*Ride me higher, take me higher!*

*Oh, young alpha, don’t you hide,*

*I’m an elder with a wicked side,*

*Claws sharp, teeth bared, can’t deny,*

*I wanna ride, I wanna ride!”*

Suzi cackles, shaking her head. “You’re incorrigible.”

Jill speaks up, probably about to be the debbie downer she always seems to turn into. “You know, we’re not supposed to do this. We’re elders. Legends, not… battlefield lunatics. And yet here we are, barreling straight toward a storm, guns loaded, ready to remind everyone that age is just a number and chaos is eternal.”

Marla chuckles. “One night only? I say we make it unforgettable.”

Suki leans back, grinning like she’s about to start a brawl for sport. “Honestly, tracking him while he’s in motion? This is the closest we’ll get to a proper hunt in decades. Blood, fire, bullets… and maybe a little lusty chaos.”

Marla starts spinning her revolver in her hand. “Amen to that. Let’s go kick some ass and maybe drool a little while we’re at it.” She lets out a low, throaty laugh. “Oh, I can see them now, shirtless, mud and blood everywhere, muscles glistening, steam rising off their skin… I’d just pin one down and take my time. Make him beg before I let him move again.”

I grin wickedly, tapping the dashboard with the beat of the music. I can reach it easily since I have to sit do close to the weel. “Oh, honey, me too. I’d trace my claws along every line of muscle, make him shiver under my hands, and not stop until he’s trembling, sweating, completely undone. Then, maybe shove him back into the fight and watch him fight half-mad from pleasure.”

Suki eyes glitter. “You know what I’d do? I’d grab one of those young alphas mid-charge, flip him onto his back, and make him beg for every touch while the chaos swirls around us. Blood, sweat, rain… every gasp, every shiver. It’d be delicious.”

Jill laughs, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “And the younger ones? They think they’ve got stamina… I’d have them on their knees, hands trembling, begging, and I’d make sure they remember exactly who’s in charge before tossing them back to their friends. Blood and arousal mixed together? Heaven.”

I snort, eyes flicking back to the tracker. “Don’t even get me started. I’d drag them into the mud, make them taste me... my hands everywhere.” I shiver thinking about it. “When I tell you I would lick all of them.”

“Yep.”

“Uh huh.”

“Right.” They all nod in agreement

Marla’s grin is wicked as she leans back, boots resting on the dash. “I can almost smell the sweat and musk from here. I’d corner one, drag him down, and make him beg… every grunt, every strained muscle would just make me hungrier.”

“I glance at the others, a wicked grin spreading across my face. “Hey… have I ever told you girls about the time I walked in on Raven in heat?”

Jill nearly snorts her drink through her nose. “Ohhhh, do tell. You can’t just tease us like that!”

Marla wiggles her eyebrows. “Raven? In heat? I’m listening. This better be good.”

Suki leans back, smirking. “Yeah, Rhonda. Don’t hold back. I want the juicy details.”

I laugh, “Okay, but brace yourselves… because this was absolute chaos. I was walking up the apartment steps, and Raven, my little spitfire, was a wild, feral mess. Covered in mashed potatoes, humping Cyrus’ abs, trying to straddle his face… growling, and snarling, smelling like a mix of pure horny vanilla and shampoo. I swear, it was like someone set a blender to insane and poured the results all over Cyrus.”

Jill practically howls. “Mashed potatoes?! She....what? She tried to....oh my god, she was face riding him?!”

“Don’t be a prude,” I scold Jill.

Marla laughs so hard she’s snorting. “Only you, Rhonda. Only you would survive it without fainting.”

Suki shakes her head, chuckling. “Horny, mashed potatoes, shampoo… and a feral Raven? Ohhh, that’s… actually kind of glorious. I wish I could have seen it.”