Page 32 of Gold Sector
It’s like I’m a puppet.
Yet I’m not sad about it. Actually, it’s kind of nice having someone tell me what to do. Especially when the results of those commands make me feel good.
Within a minute of drinking water, I can already breathe a little easier. And as I finish the contents, the salty brine lingering in my mouth almost dissipates.
“Now eat this.” He hands me a warm croissant stuffed with something savory.
Ham?I guess as the first bite hits my tongue.Cheese, too.
Gods, I can’t remember the last time I ate something so decadent. So filling. Sotasty.
Maybe my nineteenth birthday after my father caught a particularly large fish. He smoked it that night, the delicious flavor one I dreamt about for weeks after.
One of the upsides to being immortal is not needing food to survive.
But that doesn’t mean one doesn’t suffer from hunger.
I know from experience just how starved an immortal can feel. Which allows me to enjoy this meal even more.
I finish it faster than I should, only to be rewarded with a bowl of berries soon after.
Oros doesn’t need to tell me what to do with them; I start indulging in the flavor before he can even speak. By the time I finish, he looks amused again.
I’m too content for that look to bother me now.
“Better?” he asks.
“Yes.” It comes out on a sigh, one that seems to amuse him even more.
“Good.” He places his palms on the marbled counter on either side of my hips. “Now I want you to strip.”
My bubble of contentment pops. “Wh-what?”
“We are going to take a shower together. And I’m going to show you how Alphas treat Omegas in Gold Sector.”
I swallow. “Oh. Um. Okay.”
If he notices my discomfort, he doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he rotates toward the large shower and turns on three different heads.
There are actually five in total, something I focus on as I try to calm my now-racing heart.
“Taliana,” he says, his subtle accent curling around my name.
I look at him and notice that all his gold has vanished, leaving him shirtless in front of me.
He’s very… sculpted.
Just like an Alpha should be.
Yet there’s something even more majestic about this male. Maybe it’s his scent. Or it might be the powerful aura surrounding him.
I’m not really sure. But whatever it is, it’s alluring.
I find myself leaning toward him, only for his hands to suddenly snag my hips and drag me off the counter. My palms land on his bare chest, his skin hot against mine.
Every part of me shivers.
This is it. The knotting test. I’m sure of it.
