Page 10 of The Forbidden Dragon King
I prowl to the wardrobe, baring my teeth. I rip open the wardrobe door, ignoring Bard’s rich silk, embroidered clothes and fur-trimmed cloaks that are twice as thick and ornate as anything that Omegas wear.
Where would Bard hide his secret stash?
I drop to my knees, knocking at the wood to search out a secret compartment. I have them in the dorms.
How else can I hidemystolen fae artifacts and books?
I am a thief Omega, after all.
I should add that to my list of skills to impress the fae.
I’m talented. A prodigy.
I bet that the fae will appreciate a thief, rather than threatening to cut off a cunning Omega’s hands, right?
My smile widens, when I hear a hollowness that shouldn’t be there on the lefthand side of the wardrobe’s base.
I feel around, until I knock a wedge of wood that’s sticking out. You wouldn’t discover it, if you didn’t know that it was there or were a talented crook like me.
When I push the wood panel aside and pull out the forbidden text, my expression brightens.
Thank the moon.
See, a life of crime does pay.
I collapse back against the wardrobe, opening the book on the lap of my long, scarlet dress.
My cotton dress has a sash wrapped around themiddle but it falls off my alabaster shoulders by design in order to always reveal my Omega Mark.
My Omega Mark is tattooed on my right shoulder: A glittering wolf’s head like crushed emeralds. Its color makes my eyes appear to sparkle a brighter green.
I’ve long both loved and hated my Omega Mark because I’m more than simply my dynamic.
I’m Spark.
Yet no one sees me.
Sometimes, I believe that Bard does. But is that only a dream?
I love my Omega dynamic with the ability to purr and smell scents more keenly. Yet I’ve been denied those needs as well, for example, not being allowed to build a nest or mate.
To me, the Mark should be a badge of pride. To the Alphaholes in the Moon Court, however, it’s one of shame.
But then, underestimating Omegas has led to one sitting with a banned book amidst the destruction of their prince’s room. So, who’s been shamed as the fool, huh?
I flip through the pages feverishly.
“Poison.” I skim my shaky finger over the spells. “Power.Protection.”
My pulse speeds up. I take a deep breath to steady myself.
This is it. I have to get this right.
I’ll only get one chance.
I furrow my brow, memorizing the runes. Then I lift my finger to my mouth and bite.
Pain shoots through me, as I break the skin. The coppery tang mingles with my natural scent of a summer rose in full bloom.
