Cael casts me an amused look, his gaze bouncing between my hand and my face. “Missing our little seer?”
“Did you call me here for a meeting or a sparring match?” I counter. “Because I’m leaning toward the latter.”
His lips curl. “In the century I’ve known you, I don’t think it’s ever been this easy to goad you.”
“I haven’t slept well this week.” Not a lie. I’ve been hard every fucking night and consumed with the need to purr for Ashlyn while she dreams.
It’s intrinsic nature to just hold her and provide comfort. I’m not even sure she’s aware of any of it. But she has to know we’vebeen sharing a bed. There’s nowhere else for me to sleep other than the floor or the loveseat in the living area.
Cael looks ready to reply when his monitor lights up with an incoming call.
The humor disappears from his features in a flash, the Alpha Prince on full display in less than a blink. I stand across from him, not planning to show my face or reveal my presence yet.
“You’re not Oros,” Cael says, his dark brow inching upward. “Onyx, I presume?”
Silence meets his question, and I suspect it’s due to a moment of surprise. “Most outsiders don’t know the difference between me and my brother.”
“I’m not most outsiders,” Cael replies, his voice holding an edge to it. “I’m also not a fan of bait and switch dynamics. So unless you have something important to say, I’ll be hanging up now.”
“We’re both here, Prince of Lunar Sector,” a cultured tone murmurs, the owner of which I assume is thebrother—Prince Oros. Both men have accents, the English inflections seeming to be tainted with something else. Romanian, perhaps?
“I don’t enjoy games,” Cael informs them, causing me to nearly snort out loud.
Because that is a bald-faced lie.
I don’t comment, though, not wanting to distract Cael from hisgame.
“My apologies,” the cultured tone says, not sounding apologetic at all. “My brother and I share dominion in Gold Sector. I may be Prince, but he’s just as powerful as I am.”
“Sometimes more powerful,” the other one comments. “I’m also very protective.”
“A trait I can admire,” Cael inserts. “But I would rather get to the point in this discussion. You mentioned an Omega acquisition?”
“Are you not the one who desired this call?” Onyx counters, his voice holding an edge to it that helps me identify the speaker. His brother might be the prince, but it’s clear that Onyx is the harsher of the two. I’m betting that’s why Oros is the diplomat and Onyx is the second-in-command.
“I desire information on the organization hosting the infamoushunting partiesthroughout the world.” Cael’s sharp tone carries through his office, his wolf peeking out through his blue-green eyes. “I believe you’re familiar with it.”
“That is the rumor, yes,” Oros inserts smoothly. “Gold Sector has an intimidating reputation to protect, similar to the elusive V-Clan wolves.”
Cael frowns as he watches the screen, making me wonder what he’s seeing.
“Yes, please,” Oros says, his voice suddenly much softer than before..
Please what?I think.
“That’s fine,printesa mea,” Oros murmurs. A shuffling sound echoes from the speakers and Cael’s eyebrows shoot upward. “I want you to meet Prince Cael of Lunar Sector. His Second-in-Command is hiding somewhere else in the room and rudely not appeared yet.”
I roll my eyes.
“Grey, I believe,” Oros goes on. “Yes?”
Cael looks at me.
I look back.
Then I shake my head and move around to stand behind my best friend. “Yes” is all I say, but inside I’m shocked at what I see on the screen.
The Gold Sector Prince has an Omega in his lap.
