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Could it be paid?
For her… perhaps.
“What’s a heat bond?” she asked, clearly still rattled by the scent match information, though she didn’t push it.
“If an Alpha goes feral and his Omega enters heat, she can pull him back from the edge. But then she’s in charge—whenever you feel like it, you can send him back to being feral. He belongs to you.”
“Oh…”
I snorted at her stunned expression. Rogue hadn’t thought it was real either, but the accounts I’d found were well sourced.
There was a long silence as she processed my words. “So, um… question:ifI did that, wouldn’t that make me abadOmega?”
“Not if he deserves it.”
“Oh…” She visibly relaxed. “Uh. Okay.”
I perked up. “You’ll do it?”
“What?” Her gaze snapped to me. “No. Rogue doesn’t deserve it.”
“You don’t know what he deserves.”
“Why do you hate him so much?” she asked.
I clenched my jaw, seriously considering telling her the truth. But the words, like they always did, became heavy rocks stuck in my throat—unwilling weights trying to drag me down to drown.
And I thought, perhaps, this time they might succeed.
But with Thistle, everything was changing.
Maybe I couldn’t find the words, but the claim I wanted on her neck, that was something I could no longer deny.
I could bite her right now, tell her Rogue was forfeit if she didn’t accept, but that wasn’t the kind of claim I wanted.
I wanted her to choose me, which meant… Well, it meant I was going to do something stupid. But I was already tapping on my phone screen, pulling up a contact, and shooting a text off before I could second guess myself. Then, since I was on my phone anyway, I pulled up Rogue’s contact. I could give her another reason to pick me.
Me: Cage and muzzle, mutt
I watched as Thistle used the eraser to add lighting to the clouds in the picture.
Rogue’s response was almost instant: I got a selfie of him lying on the hard cage floor, muzzle already on, middle finger flashing the camera.
I raised an eyebrow, surprised by that.
Me: Bit eager
I’d never seen him get into the cagehimself. There was a long pause, and then another text from him.
Rogue: Next time you see Vance, tell him to go fuck himself.
I snorted, smile quirking on my lips as I set my phone down. “You can visit him tonight if you want.”
Thistle’s pretty violet eyes met mine as she craned her neck to look at me. “Ican?”
I nodded, fighting my own smile. I had a lot less of an issue letting her around him when he was in a cage with a muzzle on.
She was an Omega, as receptive to the dominance between us as we were.
