Outcast Island (Exiled Sector)

5. Magnus

CHAPTER 5

MAGNUS

My roar shakes the alternate side of the island. I bloodmisted far enough away that my little diamond shouldn’t be impacted by my need.

Because my lust will throw her into an estrus she doesn’t want.

She’d apologized and steeled herself when I had nearly bitten her.

She didn’t want to blood-bond. She didn’t even seem to know what that fucking meant. And I had pushed her with my purr, lured her into submission, which I’d said I didn’t require, all while I primed her for my knot.

And then when I stopped, she had been terrified.

Fuck!

What other few vampires are in the vicinity have wisely started running, but that’s what I need right now.

I give in to the chase.

My boots hit the ground with a steady pulse of thunder as I make no attempt to hide my presence.

They will know death is coming to them.

They’ll experience the full force of my rage.

I am a feral Vampire Alpha denied by his Omega. It’s my own doing. I have no one to blame but myself for rushing things.

But whoever crosses my path now will pay as if they were to blame.

Run as fast as you can, I think, taunting Alpha Fare’s vampires, who have likely begun patrolling the island for more escape pods. If there was one, there should be more, but those weren’t my concern.

It gives me the opportunity I need to kill.

Bloodmisting to my prey would be too easy, and it won’t satisfy the demand of biting and fucking that is riding me hard.

I’m going to have to feed on Vampire Alpha blood until I calm down. My stomach will reject it later, but it will do the job of satiating my need for blood born of violence, at least.

I’m so close to falling into a rut. That can’t happen. An unfulfilled rut paired with my type of blood marker will leave me in a state of blood rage for weeks.

Maybe even months.

And then my little diamond would be dead—broken apart and ruined by those I should protect her from.

Which, if I can’t even protect her from myself, might prove difficult.

I’ll figure this out, I vow.

I find my prey, but a Vampire Alpha with black eyes is a sore prize for what I really need. I tear into him anyway, sinking my fangs down to the bone as I gnaw on his spine. His screams won’t last long. I ignore them as I clamp down. My jaw works with powerful strokes until I rip his spine clean out, sending his screams into silence.

Then I drink from the hole I’ve made, taking my fill as my stomach twists and complains from the sour taste.

I think of the cherries soaking my bed with my Omega’s need.

I think of the sweet flicker of ecstasy I had tasted on her skin.

Perhaps I can win her over, but she needs time. She’s confused because I had been too rough. The escape pod had been redirected because of me.

I’ll be better.

For you, little diamond.

That is the last coherent thought I have before I fall into a violent spiral, sucking the blood from a vampire’s torn neck until I drain him dry.

Then I sniff the air… and search for the next one.