“Gave us basically nothing,” he mutters. “His two sidekicks weren’t of much use either.”
My lips twist. “Sorry.” I hoped they would garner something important from the situation, but my true goal had always been to protect the Omegas. And that, at least, was a success.
“Don’t apologize for something you can’t control,” he replies, sighing. “Tadhg was one of the main supporters of the organization, that much we know with certain. But we’re still trying to determine who is running the show.”
“Because you think that person has your sister,” I assume out loud.
But he shakes his head. “No. We just want to kill everyone involved.” He says it lightly, yet I know he means every word. “Our next move—in terms of organization—is to set up a meeting with the Gold Sector Prince.”
My eyebrows lift. “The dragons?”
He nods. “We think they’re involved, or at least know something of importance. Cael is working through his channels to arrange it.”
“Why not just call Prince Oros?” I ask, confused. “Be blunt.”
“You’re familiar with the dragons?” he counters, leaning forward. “You’veseenthem?”
“Not really, no. But I’ve been around long enough to be familiar with their royalty,” I reply. “There’s also a Drakon-Clan Omega in the Sanctuary. He’s quite insightful.”
He stares at me. “He?”
“A male Omega, yes. You know they exist.”
“Yes, I do. But now I’m curious about why this male Omega isinsightful.”
“Would it make you feel better if it was a female Drakon-Clan Omega?” I ask, teasing him now. “If I calledherinsightful?”
His jaw visibly clenches. “Why isheinsightful?”
“Because he knows a lot about the world,” I tell the simmering Alpha. “And he was just a friend,Grey. So calm your beast.” I purposely only use his name, not his title, to try to get through to him.
Though, I won’t lie, I rather like the possessive energy rolling off of my fated mate right now.
I’m not even sure he’s aware of it.
Or maybe he is, but doesn’t care.
He pushes his chair back and stands, then leans down to place his palms on the table, his gaze capturing and holding mine with an intensity that makes me stop breathing. “The next time you want to mention one of yourinsightfulmalefriends, remember it wasmyknot you were salivating over mere minutes ago.Mine.”
With those unexpected, yet profound words, he steps away and stalks off toward the bedroom.
“Your knot is the first one I’ve ever seen,” I call after him. “And the only one I’ve ever desired.”
He freezes on the threshold.
“I’m not a virgin, Grey,” I add, standing and staring at his back.
He turns slowly, his nostrils flaring.
“Not in the strictest sense, anyway,” I go on. “But that’s only because I’ve required relief during my heats. And there are toys that simulate a knot—whilealone—in a nest. However, none of those simulators compare to the one between your legs. So, hopefully, knowing that helps calm your beast.”
He simply stares at me.
And I stare back.
“I’ve known my fate since my very first heat,” I go on. “I’m not sure if that’s fate’s way of ensuring an Omega remains untouched or not, but in my case, it did. I’ve never felt the need to dally, knowing who would one day come for me. Thus,jealousy isn’t necessary. At least, not on your part regarding my priorfriendships.”
Grey doesn’t appear to be breathing.
