Page 4 of Sidone

“Sneaking up on the shooter.”

“Yes.”

“Then you can’t just waltz into this place with your axes swinging.”

A waltz translates as a dance. “I don’t dance, human. I walk or march. And if my axes are swinging, heads are already flying.”

Kade smiles. He’s got beautiful white teeth, a full set of brown hair with sun-kissed highlights, and piercing green eyes that stand out against his tanned skin. He’s a pretty male. Perhaps a good lover, or a total disaster. I don’t have time to test his bedroom skills. After I kill the shooter, as Kade has named the human who dared fire those little brass projectiles at my nephew, I’ll keep searching for Mr. VP, as I’ve named the man who cut into my Alpha soul when he imprisoned me.

“It’s an expression. I don’t literally mean dancing.”

“I only understand literal terminology. Speak what you mean.”

He nods, then licks his lips. They’re luscious and big, made for eating pussy. I follow his tongue with my gaze, the bobbing of some guy’s apple on his throat, down the tight black T-shirt that hints at his fitness, and to his jeans, where there’s a large bulge. Big thick cock. Made for seed milking. I inhale his arousal. He shifts in his seat.

A hand covers mine, and I jerk back. “Don’t touch me.”

He raises both arms. “Did you hear what I said?”

Didn’t even notice he’d been talking.Distractions, distractions.I narrow my eyes. “Are you registered as an Omega?”

He scratches his head. “No, I’m pretty sure I am what Terror would call a Beta.”

“Terror can’t make that call.” But I can. I don’t say that. Clearly, this man hasn’t displayed his dynamic. It is not a surprise. I’m the only Alpha female on the planet, and I don’t mingle with the population. My purpose here is not the same as that of my nephews or an average Alpha male. Though I came to Earth to find an Omega, that quickly changed when Mr. VP lured me into a trap and locked me up. The day Loven opened the door to my cryocell was the day Mr. VP was dead. My former captor doesn’t know he’s dead yet, though he will soon, for I won’t settle until I’ve found him.

I scrub my nose, wishing I didn’t have to breathe. The Omega’s—and I’m certain this is an Omega—arousal muddies my thoughts. “Repeat what you said.”

“Please,” he counters.

“Please.”See, I can be nice?I show him my teeth.

“Wait for me here.”

“Because?”

“Because I’m gonna get us inside.”

“It’s not very hard to get inside.”

He scratches his head. “Um, you’re a Regha girl. If you walk in there, people will notice.”

“As they should.”

“That’s the opposite of undercover.”

“I don’t sneak up on my opponents. I challenge them.”

“Right. This opponent is hiding. He’s not gonna respond to your challenge.”

I tap my claw. “I don’t like your under cover.”

He leans in, inches from my face, and his scent stuffs my nose. If I don’t lean back, he might poke me with his projectile-like nose. Of course I don’t lean back. I’m not afraid of his nose. “I am a master ofunder covers.”

I give him the side-eye. “Something got lost in translation. Explain this to me.”

“I’ll show you.” He waggles his eyebrows.

Wha… Is this Omega boy flirting with me? I widen my eyes.

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