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But it works. He cracks his eyelids and starts up at me with bleary eyes.

“Syra?”

“Markus, wake up! We’re in trouble!”

His gaze dips from my face to my chest, and his eyes open wider when he sees my bare breasts. Then he looks at the place where our two bodies are joined together, and his eyes get wider still.

“Syra… are we?”

“Yes Markus, we’re knotted, but that doesn’t matter right now. Listen…”

CHAPTER 10: MARKUS

Syra tells me to listen, so I listen.

Then I hear.

I hear the sound of Syra’s heart beating madly inside her chest, racing with a sense of fear that has nothing to do with the state our two bodies are in. I can feel her heartbeat too, feel it pulsing in the walls of her vagina, repeatedly squeezing my hard cock and the even harder knot that is now tying our bodies together. I can hear her breathing, even though she’s trying to keep it quiet. I can hear it echoing off the crypt-lined walls of the ancient mausoleum, which is gradually filling up with multi-colored light.

But louder than all these things, I hear the howling of a dozen hungry alphas. From the sound of it, they are just outside the cemetery gate.

A moment later, this thought is confirmed by the sound of clanging metal and the rattle of a chain. I can’t tell if the alphas are trying to break the gate or climb it, but I know what Syra and I must do.

“We have to go,” I say. “Now.”

“Markus, what about…?”

Syra doesn’t finish her question, but I know what she’s asking about. My knot, which is still swollen inside her, binding our two bodies into one inseparable whole.

In truth, it is not my knot—it’s ours. The rim of Syra’s entrance is cinched incredibly tightly around the base of my cock, and that is doing just as much to lock our bodies together as my own enlarged gland. An omega’s body does not always respond in this fashion to an alpha’s knot. I’ve been told it only happens when the omega senses that the alpha in question is her true mate. Under other circumstances, that fact would fill my heart with joy. At the moment, it only adds to my anxiety. Syra is my mate, and I must protect her at all costs.

But that’s going to be hard to do with our bodies knotted together.

It also doesn’t help that the sleeping medicine is still working its way through my system. Its effects have lessened enough for me to wake up, but my mind is still hazy, and my muscles feel sluggish and weak.

I try sitting up, but it doesn’t work. I need my arms for this, as well as my legs.

“Hold onto me,” I tell Syra, adding a growl of command to my voice. It is not how I would ordinarily talk to her—I know how much she hates the idea of being an obedient omega—but right now I need total cooperation.

I get it.

She hooks her arms beneath mine and digs her nails in like she’s holding on for dear life. It allows me to roll both of us over, so she’s on her back and I’m on top of her. I sense her discomfort at this switching of roles, but at the same time, the walls of her pussy seem to squeeze even more tightly around my cock, milking a fresh surge of fluid out of my balls. My eyes roll back in my head as the orgasm throttles me.

“Markus!” Syra hisses beneath me. “What are you doing? This is no time for—”

Her voice trails off as a climax of her own robs her of the power of speech. I can feel her tiny body shuddering and quaking beneath me as she comes.

“Sorry,” I grunt. “Just hold on.”

Summoning all of my strength and willpower, I push myself up onto my hands and knees. I manage to get one foot beneath me, then the other, and I stand up. My cock is still buried in Syra’s wet heat, and her legs are hooked about my waist.

“Can’t you make it stop?” she asks. “Can’t you make your knot go away?”

“I wish I could.” I don’t bother to mention that her own body is equally responsible for the way our bodies are bound together. There’s no point discussing that now. Not while the howls are growing louder and louder outside. We’re going to have to run, and we’re going to have to do it like this, with our bodies knotted and locked. “Just hold on, Syra. And whatever you do, don’t let go.”

She nods in agreement. Her thighs tighten around my waist. Her nails dig even harder into my back.

As I start to move, I feel her let go with one of her hands. A second later, I realize why.