Page 70 of The Omega Trials: Part One

Titus seems to twitch slightly at the question but then shakes it off. “Eh, it’s a long shot. I’ll tell you if it pans out.”

“Sounds good. Staying for a swim?” Bishop asks with a nod toward the lake behind us where the Berylls are splashing in the water, jumping off the dock.

Titus cracks his knuckles. “I should head out.”

“Your loss.” Ecker shrugs and pulls his shirt over his head, turning around and jogging to the dock.

Bishop follows suit. “See you later then.”

I go to follow, but Titus growls my name. The back of my neck prickles and I turn around. “Yes?”

“You guys seem to be getting along well these days.” His tone is full of bitterness.

“We have,” I say sharply, suspicious of where this is going.

“It won’t last, you know.”

I step closer to him. “Excuse me?”

He meets me with another step, clearly trying to intimidate by towering over me. “They might be blinded by pussy right now, but sooner or later, they will wake up and see what I see.”

“Which is?”

He narrows his eyes. “That they’re being played, manipulated.”

I scoff. The audacity to talk about manipulation when he’s done nothing but attempt to manipulate me through threats and pain since we got here.

I shake my head. “You know, at first, I thought you hated me because of my bloodline. Then I thought you might not hate mebut hated that you couldn’t touch me.” I trail my gaze down his body. “That you can’t have what you want so damn bad. But I get it now.”

“Do you?” he snarls.

“Yeah, you hate me because you’re losing them. Losing them tome.” I smile victoriously, realizing that I finally have the upper hand. “You’ve taken so much from me, it’s high time I take something from you.”

His jaw ticks and his nostrils flare. “That will never happen,” he growls and spins on his heels.

Fire licks at my spine, conviction pumping hard through my blood as I watch him storm away. “It already is!” I shout after him.

When It Hurts

Titus

I’ve never been the type of guy that feels at home in brothels, but there’s something about being back here at Opulence that is comforting. I think it’s just knowing what to expect. I’ve worked security at this omega house on and off for years. I know the layout, the johns, the omegas, and I’ve seen pretty much every worse-case scenario already played out.

Here, in this windowless hallway illuminated by purple lights on the baseboards, I am at the top of the food chain. It doesn’t matter if they are alphas or undesignated, I can kick the ass of anyone who steps foot through the door. Sure, anything can happen, but it won’t be gladiator fights, lashings, or near-deadly temper tantrums of a bratty omega.

One of the omegas steps out of a playroom and stops when she sees me. In nothing but heels and a lingerie garter set, she leans against the doorjamb and eyes me. “Hey, handsome, where you been?”

“You look good, Maj. They treating you right around here?” Majestic is one of the few working girls I’d bang on occasion. Usually, the way she leans in the doorway with a body made for fucking would have me pushing her back into the room and locking the door behind us.

“Same old, same old.” She shrugs like she couldn’t care less but drags her sultry, glowing eyes slowly up and down the length of my body. “Are you looking for a little of the same old?”

“Not tonight. Just need a place to crash.” Add my sex drive to the list of things Sinclair has fucked up for me. If it’s not her, I don’t want it. And that’s a problem because I don’t wanther. “Actually, could I ask you something?”

“Sure, babe, you can ask me anything. You know my hourly.” She gives me a coy smile with a hint of saltiness.

I chuckle, stepping up to her and tracing my molars with my tongue—it won’t hurt to pretend a little. “Let me get this straight, I can fuck you for free, but I have to pay to ask you a few questions?”

“Don’t act surprised. You know my time doesn’t come free. You have to pay one way . . .” She drops her eyes to my dick. “. . . oranother.”

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