Page 63 of Gold Sector
It’s a bit of a repeat of what he already told me, but I’m so fascinated by it all that I don’t mind.
He also reiterates some of his commentary regarding the Omega relocation program as we continue our tour after lunch.
Then he explains how Omegas of all types live here, something he proves when he ashes us to a park area along the Gold Sector coast.
Enchantments dance across my skin as I gawk at the trees embedded in the rocky earth. They are definitely not native to this island, their leaves unlike any I’ve ever seen. But they instantly appeal to my wolf, my animal eager to explore and take in the unique smells.
“We’ve created a few different areas in Gold Sector like this, the purpose being to provide an adequate roaming space for the various species that live here.”
I’m about to request clarification when a pair of eyes meets mine from inside the forestry area, the yellow orbs instantly making me gasp.A wolf.
And not just any wolf, but a petite one with stark white fur.
I frown. “Z-Clan?” I guess, based on the color of her coat. I learned about the different types of wolves while growing up in Obsidian Sector.
Not in a class, but by seeing what kinds of hybrids were created as a result of various experiments.
“Yes. We’ve acquired a small pack of Z-Clan Omegas,” he explains in a soft tone.
He then elaborates on why, saying that Z-Clan Alphas are notoriously brutal, making the Omegas a natural target for rescuing.
“But why do you take on that burden?” I wonder aloud. “I mean, it’s admirable. However, I don’t understand what you get out of it.”
“We’re Alphas,” he replies. “It’s in our nature to cherish Omegas.” He palms my cheek as he pulls me toward him. “And Drakonian Alphas are compatible with almost all types of Omegas, too. So I suppose one benefit is potential companionship, but the heart of it is our need to protect.”
“The Obsidian Sector Alphas would disagree with you,” I mutter. “The Jasper Sector Alphas, too.”
“Hmm,” he hums, nodding a little. “There are some who believe we should only mate with our own kind. But that’s not how things work in Gold Sector. We accept and welcome everyone here.”
He kisses me, his mouth reverent against mine. I cling to him, lost to his touch and his words.
I’ve never been accepted anywhere. But maybe… maybe it really is different here. Maybe I can finally feel like I have a home. A nest. Amate.
This all feels like a dream.
A fantasy I never knew existed.
Too good to be true.
Warmth engulfs me as he teleports us somewhere new, his ashing ability foreign and exciting and a bit unnerving. But I trust him not to take me somewhere cruel.
He’s been the perfect Alpha thus far.
An amazing potential mate.
“Tomorrow, I’ll show you more of the sector,” he says against my lips. “And afterward, I’ll take you on a proper date.”
When Oros mentioned taking me on a “proper date,” I wasn’t sure what he meant.
But now I do.
Because he’s escorted me on several outings already, all to different places.
A private restaurant where he introduced me to Greek cuisine.
A hike on one of the smaller islands within Gold Sector territory. That experience was particularly intriguing because I witnessed a Drakonian Alpha kissing his non-dragon mate.
“She’s a Grim Wolf,” Oros told me.
