Zyra did not expect she would jump into her room like that , she was shocked but she was expecting her , but her presence is making the feeling worse , the True blood Omega's scent was overwhelming.
Her body was on fire. The fever of her rut burned through her veins, leaving her muscles tight, her breathing erratic. The scent of her own need filled the chamber, thick and impossible to ignore and Liora stood there, all she had to do was play along and pull a strand of her white hair out.
Zyra stiffened, she calculated what to do and say, she felt unsure of what to do "So you are here finally…
But before she could finish, Liora moved.
The Omega lunged at her, knocking Zyra back against the bed with surprising force. Her scent—Lavender and rain washed over Zyra, overwhelming her already-heightened senses.
"Shhh," Liora hissed, her hand clamping over Zyra's mouth as they tumbled onto the bed. "Unless you want your guards storming in with how high your voice is, Now tell what you know about my mother"
Zyra's breath hitched, her entire body going rigid beneath Liora's. The Omega's weight pressed against her, the heat of their bodies so damn close it made Zyra's head spin.
This was dangerous.
Liora had no idea what she'd just walked into.
Zyra's jaw clenched. The heat in her body was unbearable, her rut clawing at every nerve, demanding relief. But now, on top of that torment, Liora was here already and on her bed, straddling her, while smelling like the most tempting thing Zyra had ever encountered.
"What do you mean unless?" ZYRA rasped, her voice thick with need. "besides ,the information is mine to give, so, lower your ego Omega."
Liora smirked. "Oh, really?" she taunted, tilting her head, her blue eyes flickering with amusement. "I see you're in your rut, Alpha. I could smell you from miles away."
Zyra's fingers twitched against the sheets. She hated that Liora wasn't wrong, yes she was in her rut.
Liora exhaled sharply, her smirk fading into something colder. "Is that why you sent that parchment?" I am no Slut or your pleasure omega ,Zyra, she sneered. Listen, I am not available for your stupid tricks , I made a mistake even falling into your trap and coming here, you have nothing to tell me, a truth about my mother was just too good to be true" ,she stared at Zyra , expecting a sharp retort. But Zyra wasn't even listening, instead she unconsciously wrapped her hands around Liora's waist.
Her silver eyes were darkened, heavy with the haze of her rut, her breathing shallow. The Alpha's entire body screamed of unfulfilled need, and Liora pressing on her body got her dripping, she just wants to eat her up, her wolf doesn't want to let Liora go.
Liora realized that Zyra was barely processing her words.
That infuriated her.
Liora leaned in, her voice dropping into something dangerously soft. "You see, a normal Omega would be in heat right now if she was near you," she whispered. "But you see how powerful I am. I have self-control." She smirked. "Learn it."
With that, she pushed off Zyra's chest, moving to get up, but Zyra has quite a grip on her waist.
"Unhand me, Alpha. I'm leaving. And don't you dare send such letters again."
Zyra blinked, her body finally catching up to her words.
"yes I am trying to prove that you are a slut , so what , are your feelings hurt, I couldn't care less Liora" Zyra fired at her . In Fact I will imprison you here tonight and tell your people how you snuck into my boundaries.
"And what makes you think , you can keep me here, dream on Alpha, Liora scoffed and went ahead to pull out from Zyra's grip on her waist, Zyra grabbed her waist tighter and then she lowered her eyes…
And that's when she saw it.
Her breath caught.
"Your body is fucking damp," Zyra muttered, her voice darkening with lust. "How did you get this soaked?" Zyra rasped.
Liora froze , she forgot she was supposed to get out from the Alphas grip on her waist.
Zyra's gaze sharpened as she stared down at the True Blood in her grip.
Liora swallowed. "None of your business, Alpha."
The way she said it—sharp, defensive—sent a slow smirk curling over Zyra's lips.
Then Liora made a mistake.
She said "Alpha" again.
Zyra moaned.
It was quiet, almost inaudible, but Liora heard it.
Heat surged up her neck, and she stepped back immediately, but Zyra's eyes had already darkened.
"Tell me why I shouldn't mark and ruin you right here and now , Omega ," Zyra's wolf growled, her voice thick with warning
Her gaze flicked over Liora's face, then lower.
She let out a slow breath.
"Omega…" Zyra's lips parted slightly, her voice dropping to something almost primal. "…I will devour you right here, right now, I will devour you, in every way possible."
She said it smirking, sizing Liora up, her silver eyes dragging over every inch of her.
Her wolf snarled in protest at the mere thought of letting Liora walk away untouched , she couldn't. The bond was suffocating, intoxicating, relentless.
"You are in my territory and I will decide when you should leave or not" Zyra's voice was a husky challenge, a taunt wrapped in temptation.
Zyra's smirk deepened as she continued to size Liora up like a full-course meal, her gaze trailing over every inch of the Omega with dangerous intent. Her wolf growled in frustration, clawing at her insides, unable to stand the sight of Liora standing there,unclaimed.
"Tell me , Omega, should I claim you?…" Zyra's voice was low, teasing, "…do you want that?" She asked again
Liora stiffened, her fingers twitching at her sides. She would kill the Alpha right there if she laid a finger on her, but the way Zyra looked at her—like she was meant to be devoured—sent a wave of heat she didn't want to acknowledge curling through her.
Liora's heart pounded, but she forced herself to lift her chin, eyes flashing with defiance. "You must be delusional if you think I'd ever let that happen." Liora sprang up and tried to reach for the window.
Zyra's lips curled into something wicked, something dangerous. She rose immediately and grabbed her wrist stopping her from getting to the window.
Zyra pulled Liora into her chest.
Liora gasped.
The air between them crackled with tension, thick and suffocating, a battle of wills neither of them wanted to admit they were losing.
Liora's shuddered, her instincts screaming, Zyra was her mate after all. She felt something for her, but she refused to be weak. She glared up at Zyra, fire meeting fire, breath mingling, bodies so close that the heat between them was nearly unbearable.
"Let. Me. Go." for the first time she felt weak in front of zyra.
Zyra's grip tightened just enough to make her point. "Make me."
The challenge hung between them, suffocating, intoxicating.
Liora knew she should fight, push her away, and run.
But she didn't move.
Neither did Zyra.
They always got close while fighting, but for the first time ,they were close, they weren't fighting.
Zyra's grip on Liora tightened as her gaze flickered down, finally taking in the state of the Omega's body. The dampness that clung to her wasn't just from the sneaky trip into Lunarion —it was betraying her, exposing every sinful curve.
Her dress clung to her skin, tracing the swell of her breasts, the hardened peaks of her nipples barely concealed beneath the fabric. Zyra swallowed hard, her throat tightening.
So this… fell on me? She Licked her lips slowly.
Her rut-addled mind spun, reasoning, twisting the situation into something primal. She knew she should shove Liora away, let her storm out and just grab her hair strand, but her wolf wouldn't allow it.
Not when the Omega stood there, smelling like temptation itself.
Not when every fiber of Zyra's wolf was screaming, possess her, claim her, make her submit.
A growl rumbled in Zyra's chest, her pupils blown wide with hunger.
Liora stiffened as Zyra's fingers rubbed over her wrist, slow, deliberate. Her own breathing hitched, just for a second—barely noticeable, but Zyra caught it. She always caught it.
"Let. Me. Go," Liora hissed again, voice sharp, but Zyra could hear the unsteadiness beneath it.
Zyra leaned in, her smirk dark, dangerous , her eyes glowing silver. Her wolf was in control, Zyra has surrendered to her wolf after so much struggles to control herself. "I won't "
The challenge hung between them.
This wasn't a battlefield where fists and claws decided the outcome—this was something far more dangerous.