5

Kane

The patch left a park. A small patch of skin slightly lighter than the rest in its shape. It wafts her scent throughout the room. I lean in the tiniest bit and take it in. My wolf surges forward, with strength he doesn’t often exert. He wants her. More than he’s wanted anything in a long time. I resist the urge.

Molly.

I look down at her, the nape of her neck, her curly black hair falling at her breasts.

Without the obstruction of the inhibitor patch, her light fragrance continued to diffuse in the air. My canines ache and itch. She opens her glands without any defense. She really must not remember anything.

If I wanted, I could bite her, mark her. She could belong to me. It's almost comical. It's been so long since I felt them I almost forgot they were there—my canines. Years of inhibitors will kill those nerves, that compulsion to mark and mate. After years of being put down, chained up and drugged into submission, my wolf has been fairly silent. He’s receded into the background. These days he wants nothing but silence.

Until now.

Until her. He wakens with a rage, rattling me, begging to her out, to have her. Tearing at the walls of his cage, of the small hole in my mind I’ve put him in. I try to push him back, but his desire is too strong for me to stamp out.

He wants this woman, more than he wants our next breath, and it leaks into me, that want, that need.

Now my cock hardens under this stupid girl, who had no clue about anything. I'd be upset if I wasn't so hard.

She seems to notice, finally, and shifts, her brow furrowing thoughtfully.

She rolls her hips again, sending a twitch through my pants. She's going to get something she's not ready for. My hands shake with the need to bend her over and pin her down.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I want her to stay. She needs to get used to me. I want to get used to her.

She bites her lips softly and looks down at my book.

"It's enough," I tell her softly. I can't resist the urge to touch her. Just a little bit. I brush her cheek with my knuckles.

"Enough?" She whispers. She whispers everything. Maybe because she doesn't know who she is, she can't find her voice. I want her to. I want to hear it.

"Go now. It's enough," I nod, nudging her bottom.

She doesn't move though. She glances back at me, eyes wide and full of nothing but fear. I look away. She wants to stay. Doesn't even know why.

"If you don't leave now, I won't let you leave at all."

Molly jumps up at the sound of my voice above a whisper. So skittish.

After Molly left, the fragrance in the room still lingers in my nose. I frown and open the air filter. I glance down at the holographic file, Clark gave me. I haven't looked at it yet.

I pick it up and look over it. It's Molly. Everything about her. Her life is here, from childhood to adulthood, with photos and videos, all of it.

I know more about her than she does. It's almost evil.

Pheromone match: 98%

I've never had anyone with a match that high before. It's like she was handmade for me. There's a familiar knock of a cane at the door.

"Come in Clark."

He hobbles in and sighs. I tell him he can get augmentations for his limp, but he always says some things should remain old-fashioned.

I have no idea how he copes with his job.

"What else does she want?" I ask.

"She hopes you won't mark her completely."

I chuckle. "I won't then."

I'll return to the Xeron soon. I will have an Omega wife from an illustrious family. This inconspicuous Omega on this small planet is just a tool to regulate my unstable pheromones.

"Let her come again tomorrow."

Even so...even though it isn't forever, I intend to throughly enjoy it. She seems intriguing. She should be a fun adventure before I settle down.

My eyes flutter back to the holographic file. She's...something. I wonder what she is now? Now that she doesn't remember any of this? All of these defining moments of her life are gone.

Then is she empty? Or has she become something else? I'm going to find out, I think. The air is almost clear of her scent. I close the air filter, letting just a bit of it hang in the air.

I inhale, my cock twitching at even the trace of that delicious scent. I palm it under the fabric of my uniform. Not yet. Not yet. I clench my jaw, and adjust my glasses, and begin reading once more.

Not until I have her.