CHAPTER 2
ARATUS
DAY 2
Edgar Montgomery signsthe transfer papers at four in the morning.
I watch from the shadows of his study as he hunches over the mahogany desk, his merchant's hands shaking so badly he can barely grip the pen. The document is simple—a standard transfer of property from debtor to creditor, recognized by both human and Fae law. What makes it extraordinary is the item being transferred.
One human female. Age twenty. Bloodline verified. Debt settled in full.
The irony isn't lost on me that Edgar chose his study for this final betrayal—surrounded by ledgers documenting twenty years of prosperity built on borrowed gold. Maps showing shipping routes that exist only because of Fae magic protecting his vessels from storms. Awards and commendations from a government that bows to courts like mine.
All of it purchased with his daughter's freedom, though he was too weak to admit it until now.
He doesn't even wait for dawn. Doesn't ask the girl. Just signs her away like cargo and reaches for the whiskey bottle with trembling fingers, liquid courage to numb the weight of what he's done.
"It's done." His voice is hollow. Defeated. The merchant prince reduced to what he's always been—a petty human who sold his soul for coin and is finally paying the price. "Take her. Take everything. Just... let me keep the illusion a little longer."
The illusion that he's anything more than a debtor who mortgaged his daughter to maintain his lifestyle. Pathetic, but useful. Humans are so much easier to control when they think they're making choices instead of following the only path left open to them.
I step out of the shadows, letting him see me for the first time since I entered his study through the frost-covered window. Winter comes and goes as I will it—walls and locks are suggestions when you carry the deep cold in your bones. His face goes gray when he realizes how easily I moved through his supposedly secure mansion.
Good. He should be afraid. Should understand exactly what he's dealing with.
"The ships and warehouses remain yours," I tell him, picking up the signed document. The paper crackles with cold where my fingers touch it, frost spreading in delicate spirals across the expensive stationary. "The debt is settled. You fulfilled your obligation."
"Did I?" He laughs, bitter and broken, the sound of a man who's just sold his soul and realized too late what it was worth. "I gave you my daughter."
"You gave me what was legally mine the moment you accepted Fae gold." I fold the document carefully, feeling the magic settle into the legal words—binding now, recognized by both courts, impossible to revoke. "The contracts were quiteclear about collateral requirements. You simply chose not to read the fine print."
Which is true, though not the whole truth. Edgar was desperate twenty years ago—shipping business failing, creditors circling, pride preventing him from admitting defeat. When I appeared with an offer of unlimited funding, he saw salvation. Signed every document I placed before him without question.
Including the ones that would let me claim his firstborn daughter when she came of age.
He flinches at her name when I mention it. "She'll hate me."
"Probably." I move toward the door, ice crystals forming in my wake. "But you'll have your ships. Your reputation. Your comfortable life. Console yourself with that, Edgar. Most men who deal with my kind get far less."
I leave him there, drowning in whiskey and self-pity. Humans are so predictable in their weakness. They take what they want in the moment and deal with consequences later. Twenty years of prosperity in exchange for one girl—Edgar clearly thought it was an excellent bargain when he made it.
The mansion is quiet as I climb the stairs to Elise's room. Dawn is still an hour away, but I can feel her through the bond already forming—fear and rage and that delicious, desperate confusion that means her omega nature is starting to wake up. She doesn't understand what's happening to her. Doesn't know that her body recognized me the moment I entered her dining room.
Alpha and omega. Predator and prey. The oldest magic in existence, waking up after twenty years of dormancy.
The anticipation is almost enough to make me smile. Almost. I've waited centuries for a suitable omega, turned down dozens of potential candidates because they lacked the fire I require. Broken omegas bore me. Willing ones even more so. I need someone with enough spirit to make the taming worthwhile.
Elise Montgomery has spirit in abundance. The tantrums, the destruction, the constant rage—all of it proof of omega nature trying to express itself in a world that doesn't understand what she is. She's been searching for structure her entire life without knowing it. Searching for an alpha strong enough to contain all that beautiful chaos.
She found me instead.
I pause outside her door, inhaling deeply. Even through wood and plaster, her scent calls to every predatory instinct I possess. Roses and female fear and underneath it all, the sweet musk of untransformed omega. She's in there, probably packing like it will make a difference. Like she has any choice left.
The desperation radiating through the walls is intoxicating. Soon I'll taste her tears, feel her fight against bonds she can't break, watch her beautiful face crumble as she realizes how completely she belongs to me.
I knock. Polite. Civilized. We're not barbarians, after all.
"Go away." Her voice is muffled, thick with tears she's trying to hide.
