Weaving Fate - Nora Ash Page 0,31

that much I knew from the tender connection we shared, but I also understood that it was reserved for me. To the rest of the world they were your typical alphas—rough, domineering, and ruthless.

Modi… Modi was different. The anger still flickering in his blue eyes as he glared down at me ran deep, and it wasn’t grounded in run-of-the-mill sexism as I’d first assumed. What kind of damage had been done to him before he built his shield of arrogance and fury around that soft core?

I pressed in closer against Bjarni, closing my eyes to steady my mind as much as my weakened body. For now, it didn’t matter—only Saga and Magni’s lives did.

“Let’s get moving,” I said, straightening with a determined breath. “We’ve got to get some appropriate clothes and then get on that plane.”

Twelve

Modi

Human garments had changed a lot since I last visited Earth.

I hadn’t noticed how the humans had stared at us when we entered the large settlement of Oslo; my focus had been on shielding the omega from the harsh weather and not getting run over by the metal carriages that seemed to be everywhere.

It was only when we entered an establishment carrying articles of clothing and the female shopkeeper stared open-mouthed at the three of us that I begrudgingly had to agree with Annabel’s point. We needed new garments in order to blend in.

I glanced at my brother’s mate out the corner of my eye and scowled at the way my gut clenched. I could still feel the shiver of sensation in the very core of my magic from where she’d touched me in her uninvited explorations. She’d violated my most inner self, watched me laid completely bare, and the knowledge that she might have seen all my secrets, all my shameful weaknesses, filled me with rage. I didn’t know how much she’d observed, how much she’d understood, but that look in her eyes after…

A shiver traveled up my spine, and I gritted my teeth against the gentlest brush of pleasure in it.

No. Nothing about it had felt good!

Not even after, when she submitted so beautifully to my fury it had my dick throbbing as I forced her magic to bend for my will.

“Hi there!” Annabel’s chirpy voice drew my attention from my once-again rising cock as she approached the girl behind the counter.

“Sorry for the crazy outfits—we were doing some Viking LARPing at a meet outside of town, and someone apparently thought it was funny to steal our clothes. Long story short, do you have anything that can fit those two?” She indicated me and Bjarni with a jut of her chin.

The shopkeeper smiled, a friendly expression crossing her features. “Americans?” she said, slipping into English with very little hesitation. “Yes, we have a good selection of alpha clothes, and something for you too. I’m sorry someone stole from you. That’s not how we usually like to treat visitors.”

“I’m sure it’s just someone taking a prank a bit too far,” Annabel said with a wave of her hand as she made her way to the racks of garments. “But with the weather as it is, it’d be nice not to miss our plane. Who knows when they’re shutting down the airports? They haven’t yet, right? We’ve been without Wi-Fi for a few days.”

“Not yet, but they’re talking about it. It’s crazy—we never get such bad snowstorms so late in the season,” the shopkeeper said before she turned her attention to me and Bjarni. “Do you two need some assistance?”

“Yes,” I said, because it was becoming quite obvious I had no idea what was appropriate for this age. I barely understood half the words Annabel had used, but I got the gist that she was asking about how the weather might affect our travels.

I set my jaw, not looking forward to the roughened seas. At least I’d been assured the journey to the New World would be faster than the months it’d taken back when the humans first crossed.

The girl pulled several garments from the metal racks, eyeballing me as she picked each piece. Eventually she handed me a large pile. “Here. That should get you started.”

“Thank you,” I grunted, reaching for my belt instead of taking the clothes from her. When I dropped my leather trousers and stepped out of them, the shop girl turned beet-red, a choking noise coming from her throat.

“S-Sir—”

“Oh my God, you barbarian!” Annabel practically leapt in front of me from wherever she’d been looking for her own garments, shielding