The billionaire's omega wolf bride

Chapter 46

Lenora

I flinch and close my eyes as Cameron tries to shift.

The fur sprouts—dark, thick, powerful—and then the claws. But the sound it makes, gods, it’s painful. It’s not the smooth, effortless transformation I’m used to seeing. It’s like his body is at war with itself. Bones strain, skin ripples, muscle jerks under the pressure of something ancient trying to wake up.

Right now, he looks like what he said the first time—some kind of horror movie wolfman. Big, twisted, half-shifted, stuck between forms. His eyes are still human but burning brighter, a strange gold flickering in the edges. His teeth are a little too sharp. The fur’s only on parts of him. His breathing is labored.

Then, with a frustrated growl, he gives up.

The fur disappears, sucked back beneath his skin. The claws retreat. He collapses backwards onto the sand, glaring at the sky like it personally offended him.

"Don’t worry," I say, crouching beside him and brushing some hair out of his eyes. "You’ll get the hang of it soon."

"Soon?" he mutters. "I nearly coughed up a lung."

Then—rude—he scoops up a handful of sand and tosses it straight at me.

It hits my shoulder and I gasp. "Excuse you—!"

But he’s already laughing, full-on laughing. Not the forced kind he does sometimes. A real one. The kind that shows his dimple and makes his shoulders shake.