Page 58 of Fallen Omega

Though the thought crossed my mind. “She will. I think it’ll be worth it for us. I can charm her.” I smile.

“You’ve done enough damage, Knight.” Dante narrows his eyes at me. “Next you’ll say you should fucking bond with her.”

I don’t want to bond, but fuck, she tasted sweet, and I do want to go there again. When she’s safe.

Which is now.

It’s been three days. Her heat’s done. Apparently, she’s sleeping, according to Darcy, who’s the only one that’s been in there. The only one with a key.

Fuck.

And fuck again. Y’know, just for good measure.

And I think I just like her. She’s refreshing, and I…oh, hell. I want to get to know her. Just in a simple no agenda way.

I’m pathetic.

“We need to do something,” I say. “She’s got her meeting to register?—”

“Darcy’s going to call, pretend to be Lizette and tell them she’s in heat.” Dante rubs a hand over his chin. “In all honesty, I don’t think we should let her go. Or sing. Or be seen, really.”

“A prisoner isn’t a good idea either, man.” I glare at him. “C’mon.”

Reaper meets my gaze. Then he looks over to Dante. “Plan A’s good. And we can shift it into a plan B.”

“What the fuck’s plan A?” I ask. “And plan B? How many plans do you have?”

I fucking know Dante’s playing with me when he says, “Plan A is…we let her go.”

“No.” I point at him. “You’re going to somehow make her come back.”

“This part of the conversation is over, Knight,” Dante says. “We have a plan. We let her go. If she comes back on her own because she realizes here is safer than out there, then we’ll see about your plans.”

“You want to find out if she heads off to the Council.”I pull up the old dude she’s meant to mate with on my screen. “I don’t think so. Look at this guy.”

Fuck, that old man is one ugly guy. And callous. The cruelty’s dark and glints in his eyes. To me, he looks like a weak man who’s alpha by proxy.

What did Reaper say?

“What’s plan B?” I turn to him. “And what did you mean, wrong question?”

“She’s beautiful, very young, and she smells untouched. That’s worth a lot. There are all kinds of black market deals when it comes to untouched and pretty omegas. Maybe the Council’s not above that. So, why is she being shipped to an insignificant and unheard of pack in Hover Valley instead? What’s their worth to the Council?” Reaper closes the book, but doesn’t put it down. “What do they have? What is the strategic place they hold, or what is it they’re sitting on in terms of wealth for the Council?”

Wow, we’re breaking Reaper milestones by the second here. Another speech.

It’s smashed all the records I know about. Which, to be fair, is the one I keep in my head.

“Hover Valley’s nice, but it’s a getaway for the rich. A couple of insignificant packs, and Edmonton’s the most mundane of all. He’s not rich.”

“Not talking money.”

“Then what?” I ask Reaper.

“Not sure.” With that, he leaves. With my book.

“What do you think, Dante?” I ask him.

“I’m fucking thinking you got us in this, you get us out.”

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