Damien let the guards have their fun. He’d find them after the tournament was over. They wouldn’t be laughing then.
But he had more important matters to tend to first.
Like finding out the name of his omega, and how he could make a better impression the next time around.
Just as his palm hit the metal door, Egan spoke. “You won’t win.” Glee thickened his voice. “A non-Consortium, non-Brotherhood fighter has never won this tournament and that will never change. You think you’re something, but you’re not. You and your family are space trash and you always will be. I run a gambling enterprise. I only bet on sure things and I’d wager my fortune that neither the money nor the prize herself will ever be yours.”
Damien read the underlying message loud and clear: Egan and his Consortium had already chosen their tournament winners, and they were going to do whatever it took to protect those interests.
But Damien had always known the contest was rigged. He just didn’t care.
The more odds stacked against him, the better he liked it.
“I’ll take that bet, Alphahole.” He shoved open the door and strode out.
Because nothing would keep him from her.
5
SCARLETT
That evening, Scarlett stood beside her narrow bed while security checked beneath it and Egan Avitus circled around her, his polished black boots clacking on the bare tiled floor, his scent muffler making each of his exhales sound like a menacing rumble.
He’d had guards watching her more diligently than usual since they’d dragged the fearless Alpha away.
But no one had mentioned him since—and she was not stupid enough to ask.
Yet a hundred questions about the Alpha burned raw and desperate on her tongue like the sharpest spice.
And that restless need that had flared inside her since his appearance had not abated.
It pulsed within her, a hot, searing flame between her thighs—and it would not go away, no matter how much she willed it otherwise.
Thank the Goddess for the cuffs and collar at her wrists and throat, because she’d peeked under one while she was in the washroom and noticed thin, curved lines snaking across her skin—marks that she suspected would make Egan even more watchful.
“What do you know of the fighter who attacked security?” Egan barked the question as two beta servants finished brushing her hair and tying the straps of her sleeping gown.
“Nothing, Alpha Lord.”
“You’ve never had contact with Damien Skolov before?”
Prizes were allowed little privacy. There were even guards outside her bath. Egan’s questions were ridiculous, his only purpose to rile her.
But his words had the opposite effect. Finally, she had a name.
“No, Alpha Lord.”Damien Skolov. She turned the name over in her mind, shivers rippling down her spine. She liked it. Strong. Wild. Just like him.
Goddess, she hoped he was okay.
“You will do nothing to encourage him.”
Her heart beat faster. Did that mean he was still alive?
Every fiber of her being screamed yes.
Otherwise, why was her skin still itchy? Her core swollen? Her body reaching for his, as if the Alpha held a magnet and drew her to him even now?
He had to be alive.