Page 72 of Filthy Royal

So he’d feigned surprise. Then put her to work operating the shuttle and monitoring their communications—since he wasn’t a stuffed shirt like his older brothers. Plus, his sister’s flying skills and connection with machines were a thing of beauty. As they should be, given that he’d taught her how to fly.

He’d rip out the tongue of anyone who said so out loud, but he could admit to occasionally being a softie when it came to the females in his life. Saying no to Anya was challenging, and Crex’s sisters walked all over him every damned time he visited.

But he had his limits, and there was no way he’d allow his sister free range inside the Golden Dome.

“The cages are no place for an omega like you.” Damien picked up right where they’d left off their argument.

“You have no clue what I can handle.”

He hoped to the Goddess neither of them ever found out.

All he had to do was look around at the vacant stares of the omega whores working the crowd to see what happened to females here.

Except forher.

She’d managed to come out just fine.

His fangs punched at his gums.

“Enough. From both of you. Just zip it and stick to the plan.” He surged another few steps toward the guarded doors. “Nikolai and the others will see the rightness of it soon enough.”

Or they wouldn’t.

He didn’t give a shit.

Make no mistake, he worshipped his brothers. They were far better males than he’d ever be. Smarter. Sneakier. Each a visionary in their own right. Nikolai had dragged them up from ice urchins to become one of the most powerful families in the Brotherhood. Maxheim’s tech skills were legendary, and his ability to run their enterprise was nothing short of breathtaking, as elegant as the inventions he created in his spare time. Alexi ran their entertainment industry as if he’d been born to do it and had somehow learned to control a beast that would have turned a lesser male into a monster.

But, as the Skolov Enforcer, it was Damien’s job to back them up. To ensure no one messed with them so they could continue to lead their family to greatness.

He’d do what he had to—and was more thanfineabout it.

His gaze returned to the luxury box. Or, more accurately, to the monitor the size of a small building that floated just below the ceiling, conveniently providing glamorous shots of life within the luxury suite.

And that’s how he caught sight of Scarlett after four long planetary rotations of abstinence.

The air vanished from his lungs as his chest squeezed tight.

Fuck. Him.

That damned liquid-gold hair streaked with red was as glorious as he remembered. Same for the sensualkoti-eyed slant of those eyes that had once turned soft and glassy when he fucked her with his tongue. And that full lower lip that had trembled when she swallowed his cock, her cheeks hollowing as her head bobbed up and down.

As if no time had passed, those memories seared his brain and soul.

Then he noticed the differences too.

She now wore her hair up in an intricate series of braids adorned with jewels that must have cost a fortune, and the standard Consortium-property bands that had once encircled her wrists and throat had been replaced by a thicker, shinier collar and cuffs.

Her eyes appeared harder too, and those glorious lips were now painted a bright, brazen red while golden dots lined the delicate arcs of her eyebrows. An exact match to the sheer golden strips that could barely be called a dress artfully draped across her stunning curves, baring far more skin than they covered.

She was no longer the young female he’d once known. Her jaw appeared more defined, her cheekbones leaner and more pronounced, while her breasts and hips had only grown lusher. At twenty-five planetary rotations, she was at the height of her beauty.

Truth be told, adorned in glittering jewels at her neck, wrists, and forearms, she wasn’t the pretty, innocent prize-in-training he’d met, but a fucking sex goddess: sparkling, perfect, flawless.

An ideal match for the rest of the elite snobs seated in the suite, especially the polished, golden-haired Alpha to her right.

Her Alpha lord: Kadon Stormhart, liaison to the Consortium board

The male she was contracted to.

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