Page 57 of Bound to Four Alphas

Ronan didn’t know where to look until Kaelen snapped at him to concentrate.

Cautiously, Ronan leaned forward and inhaled, his eyes fluttering shut.

“No,” he ground out, fists balling, “you smell like a Fae omega. A very … potent one.”

“Good,” Elian replied, “I can’t risk enchanting him with magic. I’ll have to let biology cast its spell instead.”

Ronan let out a slew of curses, stomping away further into the woods, more than one insult audible.

“If I can simulate that effect on Ronan,” Elian said, filling his voice with simpering sweetness, “then it’s bound to work on a human.”

Kaelen glanced to where Ronan was taking several deep breaths, “You can simulate an omega’s natural scent?”

“Simulate it, strengthen it, target it.”

“But Ronan’s mated, it shouldn’t have that effect on him.”

Elian arched an eyebrow, turning his magic on Kaelen. Instantly, the dragon hissed, fists clenching.

“Fucking hell.”

“Precisely,” replied Elian. “it might have something to do with our pack bond? Definitely worthfurther experiment,don’t you think?”

“Elian,” Malek’s voice distracted him, and Kaelen was released. “We don’t have time for this.”

“I needed to make sure it works,” he replied innocently.

And work it did.

All eyes were on him as he strolled into the camp, dirty soldiers leering as he passed. He kept a haughty expression on his face, not deigning to look at any of them. It wouldn’t do to encourage the wrong soldier.

In the end, all he had to do was brush past the massive human and throw a wink over one slim shoulder.

The alpha was his.

Practically panting after Elian, the man lumbered and shoved other soldiers as he followed the scent laid out for him. Elian danced into the woods, leading him further and further away from the camp, aiming smiles at him like spears.

When they were far away enough that the noise of the camp was barely distant hum, Elian melted into shadows, hiding in the trees above. The man stumbled through them, his brow furrowing as he whipped around, hunting for the omega.

“Up here,” Elian called, and the man staggered back. As soon as he spotted Elian, lounging on a branch and every inch the powerful alpha, he withdrew his sword.

“Who the hell are you?” the man shouted, bracing himself for a fight, scanning the tree for a way up.

Elian grinned slowly, letting shadows drip from his hands, relishing the way the soldier’s eyes widened and his scent spiked with fear.

“I think the better question is,” Elian dropped down to the floor, two daggers materializing in his hands, his raw power exuding unchecked from every pore, “where is the omega you stole from the Marble Halls?”

The man didn’t have time to scream as Ronan leapt from the darkness, pinning him underneath one great paw. Kaelen and Malek stalked out from either side of him, weapons in their hands.

“I’m warning you,” the man tried to shove Ronan’s paw aside, but it was hardly any use. His scent was acrid and rotten with fear despite the bravado in his words. “I am General Mikhail of the Silverthorn Empire, and I demand you release me!”

Elian grinned wickedly, sending one dagger flying toward Mikhail, the sharp end embedding itself in the ground a hair’s breadth from his ear. The general flinched, his face growing red, his breathing labored as Ronan pressed down harder.

“The omega,” Elian repeated, flipping another dagger in his hands with artful precision, “I mean, I know she’s in the temple. I want to know how to get to her.”

“The temple?” Mikhail’s eyes narrowed in confusion, “she’s not in the temple, there’s nothing in the temple! She’s under surveillance in one of the far tents where she can’t make any more fucking trouble.”

Kaelen snarled, but Elian interrupted whatever he was going to say, “I can sense we might not be on the same page here, so why don’t I simplify things?”

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