Page 79 of Hunting Their Omega

She snorted with distaste. “Trust me, it’s nothing special.”

“The men in the next room would beg to differ,” I taunted.

Her cheeks heated as she glared at me. My heart pounded. I needed her to keep looking at my face, and anger was the easiest distraction. It was time to up the ante.

“I’d be mad too if I was demoted to watching other women piss in a cup. Do you have to train for that?”

Her nostrils flared in outrage.

“Probably not,” I muttered as if speaking to myself. “They probably just gave you the job no one else wanted.

“Why you—”

“Is there a problem?” Rollo called.

The guard glanced at the door. “No, sir.”

“Good. Let’s get on with it.”

She turned back to me. “You heard him. Hurry up.”

“All done,” I chirped, pulling my pants up and handing her the piss cup.

She grimaced, but I ignored her as I washed my hands. Then, I walked out of the bathroom and joined my mates, settling between Bishop and Alaric.

The councilmen quickly synthesized the liquid in a small machine Rollo pulled from his bag. The whirring sound felt like it went on forever, spiking my anxiety with every passing millisecond. I slipped my hand into Bishop’s, and he kissed my knuckles.

After five minutes, the machine dinged, and Rollo looked at the results with wide-eyed shock. Raza frowned and glowered at us. I kept my face impassive.

“She’s not pregnant.”

“Well, that’s a surprise,” Alaric said sarcastically, earning a glare from the councilman.

“Right, well . . .” Rollo trailed off.

“Now that this matter is settled, maybe the Council will have more faith when we report information about our mate,” said Wynn.

The councilmen stood and left without a word. My mates watched them retreat, predators eyeing their prey, waiting for a moment of weakness to pounce.

Rollo leaned toward one of the guards, voice low. “It seems we won’t need the ranking test after all.”

Ranking test.

Shocked, I tried to interpret his words. He couldn’t possibly mean what I thought. The only way to determine a child’s rank before it was born was with magic. And not just any magic—dark magic. If they were actively using it, then they had to be dealing with witches. There was no other way to access that kind of power.

But shifters couldn’t use magic.

A chill snaked down my spine.

It looked like making deals with the witches wasn’t the only thing the Council was lying about.

Chapter 30

Bishop

“Shit, I thought they’d never leave,” Alaric said.

He squeezed Isolde’s shoulder before picking up his comms and calling Leighton.

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