Page 25 of Bonds of Hate

My hands push at the dress where it catches around my hips, shimmying a bit to dislodge it. The move is more artless than seductive, but all three of them pay close attention.

Logan’s gaze shifts to the juncture of my thighs as the fabric slips down to my feet. The sharp scent of bitter clove fills the air, enough that I can taste it.

There is a twisted sort of power in this, I remind myself. They may hate me for running away, think that I’m lower than a bug squashed under their shoe, and want to see me punished in the most humiliating way possible.

But none of them can take their eyes off me.

The fine hairs covering my mound are nearly an exact match for the hair on my head, perhaps a shade darker. One of the many rumors floating around about Omegas is that we’re all hairless from the waist down, but that’s a ridiculous lie. Too many Omegas practically wax a layer of skin off their bodies to keep up the male fantasy. Personal grooming hasn’t been high on my list of priorities recently. I won’t lie,the thought occurred to me, but spa services don’t exactly come cheap and I’d spent what little money I had available for this dress.

Judging from the look of renewed interest in Logan’s eyes, I’d made the right choice.

Despite the pink flush heating my skin, I refuse to give them any more signs of my growing embarrassment. Letting the dress fall completely to my feet, I plant my hands on my hips and strike a defiant pose.

Logan’s hand rises slowly, his fingers gliding so close to my belly that it raises the tiny hairs on my skin.

I angle away from him. “No touching. If you want the milk, you’re going to have to buy the cow.”

Ares is the only who laughs. “Told you she was preggers.”

“I’m a royal prince.” Logan’s eyes narrow as he gives me a menacing look. “I can touch whatever I want.”

I take a stumbling half-step back, almost tripping on the dress still tangled around my ankles.

Cool hands come up to grip my shoulders, startling me. I’d forgotten that the blue-eyed beta was still standing behind me. He had been so quiet that my mind had edited him out of existence.

That makes him so incredibly dangerous.

A cultured voice washes over me, soft enough that his words are clearly only meant for me to hear.

“They will chase if you run now. Better to just get this over with.”

Okay, so a naked escape attempt at this point would be a bad idea.

I glare back at the prince, gambling on defianceover submission. “You can touch as much as you want, after you choose me as your Omega.”

“You can’t be the only unbonded Omega with big tits and a purple cunt,” he drawls, eyes raking derisively over my naked body even as the heat in his gaze gives him away. “What makes you think you’re so damn special?”

Taking the biggest risk that I have since entering the room, I shove him away. It’s obviously more from surprise than my strength, but he takes a step back from me.

I yank my dress off the floor and pull it on, missing buttons as I hastily do up the front.

“You have a few dozen Omegas out there to choose from them, all of them unbonded.” I glare at the entire room, taking in the Alphas who think they can commit any sin with impunity and their beta enabler. My anger is genuine and I don’t bother holding back on it. “But how many of them are also untouched?”

Dilated eyes meet mine, encroaching black, destroying any hint of color as Logan glares back at me. “You lie.”

Sexual chemistry might be the most important part of a potential bond. And since Omegas can only be bonded during a heat cycle, sexual activity prior to signing a mating contract is common. Most of the time, sex is a necessary part of the interview process with prospective Alphas.

A year ago, Logan hadn’t overstepped by wanting me to prove our sexual compatibility.

He messed up by treating his potential mate like his whore.

“I’ve been saving myself for a worthy Alpha, one that can offer more than a quick knot and a mess to clean up.”

That might put too fine a point on it, butthey don’t need to know that. The thought of giving some random Alpha a trial run never sat right to me.

And yet, here I am offering myself to the worst Alpha I’ve ever encountered.

Logan seems almost lost for words as he silently stares at me. I swear I hear the creaking as wheels turn inside his head.

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