Page 216 of Filthy Royal

His throat bobbed up and down. “I love you too.”

“Okay, that’s enough of that.” Out of nowhere, Anya glided through the still-open door and toward the bed, bringing a new—and welcome—upbeat energy to the room. “This is not a dead-rites situation.” She jerked an accusatory thumb toward Luc.

Luc scowled at her and opened his mouth to protest, but Anya wasn’t done talking. “We’ve got my brothers down the hallway, heads close, whispering to each other.” Her gaze landed on Scarlett, utterly sympathetic. “It’s a lot. Alphas—especially when confronted with emotion, something they can’t fight or fuck—are a l-o-t.”

Scarlett smiled wide. Anya got it. But then, she’d managed several brothers for a while now.

“You”—Damien’s sister pointed at Luc— “need to give us some omega time.”

He scowled. “You’re far too bossy for an omega.”

“So I’ve been told.” Anya did not look apologetic.

“Damien told me to stay.” Luc widened his stance.

Anya shrugged. “Suit yourself, but Scarlett and I are about to discuss the trials of my love life. Then we’ll get to hers, and at that point, I suspect you’ll learn way more about Damien’s proclivities and the size of his cock than you ever wanted to know.”

“Message me if you need anything at all.” Luc was already stomping toward the door while Scarlett shook with silent laughter. Anya might be even more outrageous than her brother.

He paused in the doorway and glared over his shoulder at Anya. “But just know I’m leaving because I can see that your silliness is making my sister smile. Not because of your blatant attempt at manipulation.” Then, out of nowhere, his expression shifted, and before Scarlett knew what was happening, her scary, serious brother winked at Anya. “And, for the record, except for the Damien part, that actually sounds like the kind of conversation an Alpha like me would enjoy.”

Then he was gone.

But Scarlett was so busy staring wide-eyed at a similarly wide-eyed Anya that she missed his exit.

“Your brother has a sense of humor?” Anya whispered. “Who knew?”

Scarlett certainly hadn’t.

“No time to ponder how that makes him even hotter.” Anya marched over to the paneled wall and pressed. The wall slid away to reveal a whole lot more than Scarlett had ever expected.

Good to know. She hadn’t gotten too far in her room exploration yet.

Most of what Anya revealed was storage drawers and tech panels to operate the room, but the central component was a monitor and keyboard.

And it was flickering to life.

Scarlett smoothed down her hair and perched at the edge of the bed. “What are you doing?”

Anya kept tapping away. “I’m calling in therealbrain trust: the Skolov omegas. The sisters of my heart.”

“What?” Scarlett snapped to standing. “Now? No. I can’t meet the other Skolov omegas looking like this!” she shrieked. “I’m in Damien’s shirt.”

“Too late.”

Three seated females appeared on the screen, each beautiful. Each wearing a lovely gown with her hair brushed and skin glowing. Each one staring back at Scarlett with avid, near-gleeful curiosity.

“Ah, hello.” She waved at the screen.

Three sets of lips tipped upward.

The female in the middle was the smallest but, somehow, the most formidable. With white-golden hair, shimmering skin, and bright blue eyes, she resembled an ice sprite, but one look into her eyes, and it was easy to see the spine of steel beneath. Power and elegance rolled off her in waves. Scarlett had no doubt this was Nikolai’s omega, Dahlia. Only someone like this, a queen in her own right, could handle an Alpha head-of-the-family warlord like the one Scarlett had met.

Seated next to her was an equally stunning dark-haired female with cobalt streaks in her hair and violet eyes. The dark promise of sensuality rippled from her, but she also had a watchfulness about her that Scarlett recognized. It was the same look she saw in all omega prizes. This was a female who, like her, had learned to survive early in a harsh galaxy. Scarlett was fairly certain from what Damien had told her that this must be Maxheim’s omega, Tess.

Positioned on Dahlia’s other side was the final omega in their group. No less lovely, but with a quieter, softer look that instantly put Scarlett at ease. The third omega had a kind smile that made Scarlett feel she was in the presence of someone competent and steady. She had wild, dark curls threaded with gold and warm, green eyes. This had to be Alexi’s omega, Keira. And from her sweet, serene expression, Scarlett never would have guessed this was the same fearless female who, Damien had told her, had spent her nights before she met Alexi sneaking through the pleasure districts of Sartin and rescuing abused omegas.

Dahlia cradled an adorable sleeping Alpha youngling in her arms. The other two females were clearly pregnant.

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