Page 207 of Filthy Royal

“Now,thisis a family greeting.” Two gorgeous, terrifying Alphas with the same strong jawline and dark, gleaming hair and horns as Damien filled the hallway. At their side, dwarfed by their hugeness, was a nervous-looking beta with bushy eyebrows, a furry white neck and arms, and a lab coat that seemed out of place against the backdrop of the warlike leathers of the two males looming next to him.

Unfazed by the weapons aimed their way, the two Alphas appeared far more interested in something else. “So, little brother, where’s this omega of yours everyone’s talking about?”

Damien’s older brothers.How sweet—and alarming.

Especially since Scarlett wore little more than Damien’s shirt and her taming chain.

And even more especially when, despite wanting to say hello and make a good first impression, it was too late.

Her knees buckled.

Everything went black.

37

SCARLETT

“Calm down. She’ll be fine.”

“You need to let the doc do his thing.”

Eyes still closed, Scarlett woke to the scent of Alpha pheromones saturating the air and several deep, rumbling voices—and what sounded like a fist slamming into the shuttle wall. “Would you be calm if this was your omega?”

She recognized that voice, and the fact that she was back in Damien’s bed, tucked beneath a soft hide. “Damien?”

He was at her side in an instant. “Scarlett? Baby?” Acalloused hand gripped hers. “I’m here.”

She squeezed back and grinned up at him. “Always.”

He returned her smile, but his didn’t quite reach his eyes. “And forever, wild thing.”

“Where are the others?” She’d gotten used to worrying about them all.

“Maddox is eating. Anya’s pretending to be busy but secretly hiding since she wasn’t supposed to sneak off-planet, and Kadon and Luc…” He rolled his eyes. “Well, the moment the doc said you were sleeping but healed, they cut out so fast they left horn burns on the ceiling.”

She smiled at that. “I’m glad.”

“As for my brothers—”

“We didn’t travel all this way not to take advantage of the first chance to say hello.” A gravelly voice came from behind Damien before a new face and form appeared shoulder-to-shoulder with Damien. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Omega. I’m Nikolai. Damien’s eldest brother.”

He executed an old-school Alpha Lord bow, and she sucked in a breath. She could see where her Alpha got his confidence, swagger, and command. And, Goddess help her, what was in the Skolov drinking water? Like Damien, Anya, and Maddox, Nikolai was gorgeous.

“I’m Maxheim.” Another Alpha popped up right next to Nikolai: his face a little more severe, his manner a bit more reserved, but his overall impact no less powerful. “Damien’s other elder brother. And you are a miracle worker. For the longest time, we thought Damien only cared about hitting things and working out. Turns out, he cares about a hells of a lot more than that.”

Scarlett smiled up at them. “Nice to meet you both.”

“Okay, that’s enough with the charm.” Damien scowled their way. “I need my omega to focus on me.”

Nikolai and Maxheim exchanged a look that was part amusement and part satisfaction.

“You should be writing this down,” Nikolai told Maxheim.

“You’re right,” the other Alpha agreed. “Alexi and the omegas won’t want to miss a word.”

“Gossip elsewhere,” Damien grouched, but his words were underlaid with deep affection. He took Scarlett’s hand and pressed her knuckles to his lips. “How do you feel?”

Everything but his soft, warm mouth against her skin faded away.

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