Dragon Weyr's Omega (Nanny Shifter Service Book 7)

by Sky Winters

  “And what’s that?” asked Jessie.

  Samuel reached in his suit jacket pocket and pulled out a small, black box. He opened it up to reveal a gorgeous diamond ring, the stone glittering in the sun.

  “Jessie Carver, will you marry us?”

  She didn’t even need to think about it.

  “You bet I will!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around her men.

  Samuel slipped the ring on her finger. It looked beautiful, more than she could’ve ever hoped.

  “I don’t know about you guys,” said Samuel. “But I can’t wait to see what’s next for all of us.”

  Jessie smiled, her heart filled with love.

  “I couldn’t agree more.”

  THE END

  Preview of Wolf Pack’s Omega

  ALEX

  She didn’t understand how it could be possible. He’d been so sweet when they first met.

  “Alex?” boomed Jordan’s low, husky voice through the hallways of the mansion. “Where the fuck are you?”

  Alex Silk wanted to hide. She wanted to stay in her little study and never come out, never face the man in whose house she felt like a prisoner. But as she sat on the edge of her couch, shaking in fear, she knew this wasn’t possible.

  The “bang, bang” of Jordan’s boots coming down the hallway grew louder and louder. She’d only been with Jordan for a month, but she knew enough about him to be able to figure out the shade of his anger just by how he walked.

  Then the doorknob of the study twisted and the door flew open, smashing against the wall.

  And there he was.

  Jordan Harper, the wealthiest rancher in Crawford, Wyoming, stood towering at the entrance to the study. His ruddy but handsome face was twisted up in a tight expression of anger, short brown hair like a little cap. He was dressed in his dark blue jeans, leather boots, and flannel shirt, this one black-and-red checkered.

  “There you are,” he said, stomping into the room, Alex shrinking in fear as he approached. “Should’ve figured you’d be hiding out like this.”

  He rushed over to Alex and grabbed her by the upper arm, yanking her off the couch.

  “You want to tell me why the fuck I’m coming back from town on business to a kitchen that’s got nothing cooking in it?” he barked.

  Alex was still coming to grips with how demanding he was. Back in France, where the two of them had met, Jordan was the picture of gentlemanly manners and courtesy. He was handsome, rich, and powerful – exactly the sort of alpha wolf a delicate omega like her needed.

  But Alex wasn’t prepared for how much the mask would come off. It seemed like as soon as Jordan had gotten Alex back to his remote, massive estate in Wyoming he didn’t waste a second in showing her his true colors.

  Jordan was cruel and abusive, both with his words and his hands. But Alex had no place else to go.

  “I can’t make you dinner if you don’t tell me when you’re coming back,” said Alex in a soft, pleading voice.

  She scolded herself for the words as soon as they came out of her mouth. More than anything, she wished she could stick up for herself, to tell Jordan what she really thought of him and his constant orders.

  But she knew it wouldn’t do her any good. She knew she was just an omega, a sweet, soft-spined omega, just like the rest of her kind. Besides, she understood what would happen if she ever decided to talk back to Jordan. As much as her omega nature prevented her from saying anything, his alpha nature made him equally unable to tolerate any challenges to his authority.

  Jordan glared at her hard, Alex’s arm beginning to throb in his grip.

  “Fuck it,” he said, tossing her back onto the couch. “Not even that hungry right now anyway. And you’re not worth the effort it takes to slap you around.”

  “S-sorry,” said Alex, stammering out a weak reply.

  “Just get your ass down there and start cooking,” he said. “Make some of those steaks. By the time you’re done, I’ll be ready.”

  With that, he stomped out of the room, flashing her one last disdainful glance over his shoulder as he left. And once again, Alex was alone.

  She rubbed the skin on her arm, sore and raw from where Jordan had grabbed her. Hot tears formed in her eyes which she quickly wiped away.

  The adjustment to life as Jordan’s omega was going far, far worse than she’d imagined, even in her wildest dreams. She’d been warned about alphas before he claimed her – she’d heard from others how domineering and controlling they could be.

  But she considered how she was the last of her pack, and if she didn’t mate and reproduce with an alpha eventually, her bloodline would die out with her. Jordan had seemed like the alpha she’d been waiting for.

  When she felt ready, she got up and headed out of her study, tension forming in her belly as she moved through the cavernous hall of dark wood, the ornate tapestry on the floor stretching out for dozens of feet. Then she arrived at the central stairs of the enormous, three-story home and went down.

  As Alex descended the stairs, she looked around at the spacious interior of the mansion. It was the biggest house she’d ever been in, even larger than some of the estates in France where she’d stayed. Landscape paintings that seemed dozens of feet high covered the walls, and all sorts of rustic décor – mostly taxidermied animals from Jordan’s hunts−covered the walls.

  Once in the kitchen, Alex set to work on the food. She’d learned by now that Jordan was a wolf who liked to eat, so she brought plenty of meat out of the huge, stainless steel fridge.

  She set to preparing the food, thinking about how much she wished some other wolf alpha would burst through the tall doors of the mansion and save her, take her away from a place where she felt more like a prisoner than a mate.

  But Alex quickly put these thoughts out of her head, dismissing them as the fantasies they were. Wolf packs were here in Wyoming, sure, but Alex knew that none of them would dare do anything to get on the bad side of Jordan. He had power in this state, enough power to keep the smaller packs in line.

  Stepping up to Jordan Redthorn meant certain death, and he’d made sure every pack in the state knew it. He was king in all but name, and this lonely, enormous home was his castle.

  Soon, the kitchen was full of the sounds and smells of cooking meat. Alex seasoned and seared the meat, secretly craving a little for herself. But she’d been caught sneaking bites of food meant for Jordan, and the consequences had been severe, to put it mildly.

  “Damn!” said Jordan, strolling into the kitchen and taking a big whiff of the air. “Smells good as fuck in here! This is what I should’ve come home to!”

  “It’ll be ready soon,” said Alex, flipping one of the steaks on the stove-top grill and revealing a perfectly-charred surface.

  Learning to cook had been one of the reasons she’d gone to France, and she’d picked up more than a few tricks here and there. But she felt like it was all going to waste making nothing but steaks for a wolf who ate them so fast he didn’t appreciate the delicate blend of spices and seasoning she used on each one.

  Oh well, she considered. Pearls before swine, as they say.

  Jordan plopped his bulky body down into one of the kitchen bar chairs, his brown eyes fixed on the piles of steaks Alex was about to place in front of him.

  “Damn, damn, damn,” he said. “Knew I did right picking up a sexy little omega like you!”

  “Enjoy,” said Alex, really not caring one way or another if he did.

  Jordan grabbed one of the steaks with his bare hands, grease and blood dripping down his fingers. His wolf was about to come out, and Alex had never failed to be totally grossed-out by the sight of him eating.

  “Hold the fuck on,” he said before digging in. “There a reason why I don’t got a beer in front of me?”

  He narrowed his eyes at Alex, and a tinge of fear ran up her spine. It was a small thing, but the small things had a tendency to set Jordan off in surprising ways.

  “Sorry, sorry,”
she said, rushing over to the fridge, pulling it open, and grabbing a tall, ice-cold bottle of beer.

  As Alex brought it over, she caught Jordan taking a look over her shoulder at the supply of beer in the fridge.

  “Good,” he said, approvingly as Alex set the beer down. “You haven’t been getting into the stash – just like I told you. Want to make sure you’re good and clean when I fill you with my cubs.”

  “No alcohol” had been one of Jordan’s many ground rules established when Alex moved in. Drinking was just fine for him, of course, but he wasn’t about to let his prize omega ingest anything that would possibly prevent her from giving birth to the healthiest cubs she could.

  After all, she considered ruefully, that’s what omegas like her were good for – birthing babies.

  Her eyes lingered on the beer, and she considered how delicious just a sip would be. She wasn’t a huge drinker, but being without even a drop over the last month had been rough, especially with what Jordan had been putting her through.

  After Jordan ripped one of the steaks in half and took a huge bite, he snatched up the beer and drank a long swig, washing it all down.

  “Sit,” he said, pointing to the chair across from him.

  Alex complied, folding her hands on her lap in the docile way Jordan liked. He eyed her carefully, trying to figure out if she was up to any tricks. His expression softened slightly after a couple of moments.

  He ripped another chunk out of his steak and washed it down, wiping the grease off his mouth with the back of his hand. Alex couldn’t understand how a man like him, someone with so much money and power, could still be so disgusting and low-mannered.

  “You know how long you’ve been here for, sweet thing?” he asked.

  “A month,” said Alex. “A month exactly.”

  Jordan nodding approvingly.

  “Good girl,” he said. “Staying right on top of things, just how I like. Now, you know what happens in ten more days?”

  Alex knew – she knew all too well. Shifter tradition dictated that when an alpha claimed an omega, he had to wait forty days to consummate their pairing. The idea was to give the omega time to decide if the alpha was right for her, but Jordan hadn’t even gone to the trouble of pretending that he was good-hearted. She knew he was the last wolf whose cubs she wanted to carry.

  But Alex knew there wasn’t a chance he was going to let her leave. She was the last of the Cliffwalker clan, and power like that wasn’t going to slip through his fingers. However, there’d be hell to pay if any of the other clans found out he’d broken tradition. One sight of a prematurely-pregnant Alex would be enough to bring down heat from all around him.

  As hot-headed as Jordan might’ve been, he wasn’t foolish enough to do that.

  “You get to...claim me,” Alex said, not wanting to say what he was actually going to do.

  A big, broad smile formed on Jordan’s face.

  “That’s right,” he said. “And boy-oh-boy, are you and I going to have some fun. You know how hard it’s been to keep my cock in my trousers with a hot piece like you around the house? Shit, I’ve been beating my meat twice a day since you moved in.”

  He reached down and grabbed his crotch with a grease-sheened hand.

  “Goddamn, the things I’m going to do to that little pussy of yours.”

  He shook his head, and Alex did all she could not to shudder.

  “Ten days,” he said. “And you’re going to be carrying my cubs.”

  He reached over and smacked the counter.

  “Hey!” he said. “Doesn’t it feel good to know that your clan’s not going to go extinct after all?”

  It was a small consolation to Alex. Sure, her line wouldn’t die out, but it’d be forever tainted with Jordan’s blood. It was as good of an end to her pack, as far as she was concerned.

  “Maybe we can even talk about giving you a little more freedom around here when you’re a mommy,” he said, holding his beer by his chest and looking away thoughtfully. “We’ll have to see what good girl you are – in and out of the bedroom.”

  A lecherous smirk formed on his lips, his eyes lingering on Alex’s chest. She hated the way he looked at her, and her skin never failed to crawl when he did it. But she’d learned the hard way not to show how much she despised his stares.

  “Gonna be a good year for the Radthorne clan,” he said, setting his beer down. “And you’re gonna be right here at my side when it goes down. Exciting, huh?”

  “Yes,” Alex said. “Very exciting.”

  She felt like a robot when she spoke, and it was what Jordan wanted. He wanted his mate to be seen and not heard, speak only when spoken to. As an omega, being more on the meek side was part of Alex’s nature, but this was taking things too far, even for her.

  “First step is getting you good and pregnant with the next generation of the clan,” he said. “And once you’re all fat with babies, I can start focusing on getting the rest of the pack consolidated here in Wyoming.”

  He shook his head, a big smile on his face.

  “Boy-oh-boy,” he said, clapping his hands together. “You sure as shit picked the right alpha to hook up with. You’re gonna be the most powerful mate in Wyoming, no doubt about that. Then, when I’m the undisputed master of this territory, we’re gonna move on and out, down to Omaha, then Denver. Hell, maybe even Chicago. Who the fuck knows? Maybe I’ll be the packmaster of the entire fucking country before too long! That Cliffwalker blood in you is gonna make my clan so fucking powerful – just wait until the rest of the poor shitheads in the state see what my pups are gonna be able to do.”

  “I’d love nothing more,” said Alex, speaking in the flat tone in which she’d grown accustomed to speaking.

  It was a terrifying thought. Jordan was a big talker, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t dangerous and calculating. He was ruthless and power-hungry, and she knew that if he had the strength of her clan’s bloodline to call upon, it just might be enough for him to take whatever he wanted.

  Before either of them could speak another word however, a hard, grinding sound rumbled through the kitchen. Alex looked up, unsure of what it could be. It sounded like a rumbling explosion off in the distance.

  It was followed by another, then another. The sounds grew louder and louder, and Alex sensed that whatever they were, they were approaching the house.

  And they weren’t natural. They were something else.

  “Fuck,” shot out Jordan, reacting as if he knew exactly what they were. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

  He jumped out of his chair and started out of the kitchen.

  “You stay put!” he said, turning as he walked and pointing a finger in Alex’s direction. “This shit doesn’t concern you!”

  Soon, he was gone. The rumbling kept on, and Alex’s curiosity quickly got the better of her. She slipped out of her chair and hurried up the stairs, running over to the large window that looked out over the mansion’s front yard.

  And she gasped at what she saw.....

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