Page 73 of Filthy Royal

The male for whom she’d betrayed Damien.

The male who’d become champion of the tournament, winning the money, the reputation, and the omega prize Damien had coveted for himself.

Dark energy surging through him, he clamped his mouth shut to keep from roaring in fury and reminded himself that he was fucking fine.

He no longer cared about Scarlett’s past choices.

Only her recent mistakes.

He reached his desired location in the stadium: a spot not far from the door and the guards.

As intended, the constant ebb and flow of the frenzied crowd ensured that he and Maddox didn’t stand out. Most in the stadium were too focused on the fight to pay attention to anything else anyway; the increased shouts, roars, and tearing flesh proof that the battle was reaching a fever pitch.

Then Damien caught sight of another familiar face—this one much less pretty: Luc, Scarlett’s brother, the male who, four planetary rotations past, hadn’t thought much of Damien and encouraged her to choose Kadon Stormhart instead.

Jaw tight, veins popping in his oversized neck, the scowling bastard stood to the side of the ring, dressed in standard Consortium uniform, shouting fighting tips at the losing Thanatos.

Interesting.

While Kadon and Scarlett appeared to have risen exponentially in power and stature, Luc had remained a Consortium lackey and training coach.

Guess they hadn’t bothered to take him along for their ride through the ranks.

Damien wondered if that grated—and whether Luc still thought Kadon was such a great choice for his sister.

But then Damien remembered that he didn’t care.

From his new angle, he had a better view of the monitor showcasing the luxury box—where the spotlight shone on Scarlett.

The golden beam of light illuminated her in full, glorious detail as she turned away from Kadon to the hulking male seated to her left—some wealthy, purple-skinned, pretty-boy Alpha with a crown planted between his horns.

She poured more drink into his golden cup and laughed at something he said, her tiny scrap of a dress only highlighting how the movement set her lush tits jiggling.

Damien’s hood fell back. His hands fisted by his sides.

She looked more beautiful than he remembered—and he remembered everything.

A low growl escaped him.

Scarlett lurched to her feet, knocking the cup from the purple Alpha’s grasp, a flush spreading across her chest, those gorgeous tits heaving.

Damien’s lip curled upward.

That’s right, baby. Fucking chaos. You feel me? Vibrating through those folds? Seeping inside that desperate, tight little body? Making you burn? Making you remember exactly how good it used to be between us?

In the luxury box, her purple-skinned Alpha reached for her. She shook him off and stepped closer to the edge to search the crowd.

Damien’s smirk hardened—even as his claws gouged deeper into his palms.

That pull isn’t going away. You can play the perfect little prime omega; you can enjoy your perfect life and your perfect view and your perfect mate and the thrill of these perfect princes panting after you, but thatcunt of yours knows exactly whose cock it wants buried within—and it’s not that fancy, too handsome bastard by your side.

You still want your dirty little secret.

You still want it filthy.

You still want me.

And I’m coming for you, Scarlett.

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