Page 63 of Fallen Omega

Maybe I can talk to them, convince them. After all, they clearly don’t want the Council or the cops here, looking for me. They’ve got my letter; they know I’m due for an appointment any day now.

So.

First move is to get out of this room.

My ultimate goal is to get out of this damn club. Pandora’s Box is right.

“Concentrate.”

When I’ve accomplished the first move, I can work out how to make mygoal happen.

So, I start to bang on the door. “I demand to speak to the alphas. Someone let me out!”

Julien, the beta, is larger than I remember.

But the big bouncer beta man doesn’t really speak. His long, dark brown hair is in a ponytail that makes him inexplicably more manly. Maybe it’s because I’m pretty sure his muscles have muscles and he sports a beard. But he’s got to be about six foot seven.

I see why Darcy is with him.

To me, he’s a giant. And when Darcy handed me to him, he even made her look short, and I’m pretty sure she’s around six foot herself.

Maybe that’s what they do here. Breed giants so they can take over the world.

I follow him up a flight of stairs where a soft thumping grows into music and low lights. As we go, I keep an eye out for an escape, but I don’t see any. Only the hall we came down, a room that looked like a fancy living room with its own bar.

No windows.

We come to a stop at an open door that leads to an entire club room that’s about as big as the one above, but more opulent, the bar expensive looking. And that’s all I see as Julien steps in front of me.

“Wait here.”

He goes in and I follow. I could run, but the only way is back down the stairs to my prison room and I’m not backtracking. Dante’s lounging against the bar watching a stage where a scantily clad woman dances.

Dante knows I’m here. I sense the vibration that connects us as it runs through him.

And Knight’s around, too. He looks over and heat streaksthrough me as his eyes burn with intent. His soft smile makes my knees weak.

Dante still doesn’t look at me. He moves, though, heading to the stage as he waves the woman to him. She jumps down, eager, no doubt, to be in his energy. I hate her automatically.

“God, what’s wrong with me?” I mutter under my breath.

Julien comes back. “Not good at following orders, are you?”

“Usually. But there’s just something about being locked up, y’know?”

“The other choice was you on the streets, or you at their mercy. Three alphas, Lizette. Not good. Darcy was right. Be smart.” But there’s no unkindness in his tone, only a hit of gruff that I think is him.

He leaves and suddenly Knight’s there. He smiles at me, leaning against the wall, blocking my view. “You keep being a bad girl, Liz.” He runs a finger down along my cheek then drops to my lips.

It’s butterfly light. A flirt. And my stomach flips and sighs.

“I want to go home, Knight,” I whisper.

“Yeah, but you have to behave.”

I frown. “Behaving is hard. I want to go up there and…punch him. You too, actually.” I smack his hand away and try not to think about how good he smells, how much I want another of those melting and addictive kisses from him.

“You’re a naughty, naughty girl, tempting me.” He leans in, mouth grazing my ear, and I shiver as heat and longing shoot through me. “I could get into trouble for this. He’s mad as hell.”

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