Page 19 of Damaged Princess

"You aren't?" I whisper.

Byron gave me incorrect information.

Evie, the omega from yesterday, comes down the hall.

"Hey," she says, giving a wave.

She stumbles.

Luke spins. "Evie…"

They continue talking as fear floods my system. They set me up. Byron and my father gave me bad information. They never expected me to succeed.

My father sent me here so he could punish me when I fail. Or possibly to be a distraction and ultimately the fall guy. Or woman. Whatever.

I have no doubts my father will follow through with his veiled threats. The same thing he did to my mom he'll do to me. He doesn't care that I'm his child. He'll give me to his inner circle as a toy to be passed around between them.

My vision actually goes spotty as I stagger back a step. I need to run. My father will immediately notice any large transactions. He'll cut off my cards and send someone after me. My hands shake as I try to figure out why black is clouding my vision.

Devon will rat me out the first chance he gets, if he hasn't already. Pack Frasier specifically planted another omega to keep tabs on me and Devon has already made it clear that I'd better do what they say…

My head feels heavy, and I blink repeatedly as I try to get myself under control.

"You're such a pain in the ass," Vik says. I hear his voice. Logically I know it's him and not my father or his men, but my chest heaves as my fight or flight instinct takes over. "You're slipperier than an eel in an oil spill. And every bit as treacherous."

"I don't know what she was doing, but I ran into her in the hall outside Connor's office," Luke tells Vik.

Vik sighs. He aims for me and I try to make a break for it, but my heels on the carpet make it practically impossible. He catches me with almost no effort and tosses me over hisshoulder. I kick and scream and scratch at his back, but it doesn't help.

"You know, princess," Viktor's voice shocks me out of the memory. "If you needed my attention all you had to do was ask... Or answer one of thehundredsof calls or texts I made to you over the last month."

"Don't touch me," I hiss, slapping at his hand. "Here's an idea. Get fucked, Viktor."

The growl that rattles out of his chest makes my pussy throb. I thought my ability to feel arousal died when Vik left.

Then bam, he's back and my lady bits are all…Oh, I missed you so much. Care to take a dip in my lady garden?

Hell no. Absolutely not.

"It's been a long month, Ana. Now is not the time to test my patience."

I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest. "I have things to do. Did you pop up to say anything important?"

"Go on, keep running that pretty mouth," Vik says, raising an eyebrow. "I'll have you on your knees and my cock down your throat before you can blink. Fucking hell, I missed you."

My knees actually go a little weak. I clench my thighs together, desperate to contain the scent of my perfume, but it radiates around us.

I'm a mess.

I have no idea what I want.

My impulses want him to tell me what a good girl I am while cradling me to his chest.

My brain wants him to give some legitimate reason why he left, because if it's good enough…

No, that's ridiculous.

There's no reason he had to leave me right after he told me I didn't have to do everything alone anymore.

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