“Yes. You have set the challenge, little one. I will do anything to convince you.”
“You have your work cut out for you.” I yawn.
Instantly, he’s on his feet, striding to the palace. “My Omega is tired. I have not cared for you as I should.”
He makes it sound like I’m his pet.
“I want to keep talking,” I say stubbornly.
“I will talk with you for as long as you wish. After you’ve slept.”
I fight to keep my eyes open but as he ducks through an archway, his purr roars to life.
After a few seconds, I’m lost to the world.
TWELVE
Bestian
My Omega is sleeping.There is so much for her to know. About me, about herself. About us. Reading the histories of Omegas will only do so much good. She is part human, no matter how much I want to deny it.
I wish to deny her human side, she wishes to deny her Omega dynamic. I wish to keep her here, she wishes to leave. We must find a truce.
Fortunately, I know of three other Omegas like Rose. Each one aHew-man, or human. Each one mated to a king.
I call the Wanderer King first. Khan was like me, preferring to let his councilors do the bulk of the ruling while he wandered the galaxies, looking for Omegas; for a queen. Word is he’s home more now that he has one.
The orb pulses with a purple glow before going dark. Khan declined my call.
No use calling the Hunter King, not if I want information. That only leaves King Aurus—the most talkative Alpha I know. He loves the sound of his own voice. He’ll answer my call, if only to gloat about his gaudy gold castle and golden-haired Omega.
Sure enough, the magical orb pulses only a few times before Aurus’s face appears.
“Learned King,” he hails me with a grin.
“That is what they called my father.”
Most of the time, I don’t allow others to see me through the orbs. But today, in the spirit of sharing information, I allow my visage to be seen, along with a view of my desk and walls of ancient scrolls behind me.Learned Kingindeed.
“I was being polite,” Aurus says. “Bestian. Beast King. What is that on your face?”
“A mask.”
“The Stone King really did his best to eradicate your lineage with that curse,” Aurus says with his usual lack of tact. “How disfigured are you?”
“That’s none of your concern. I’m alive, despite the evil one’s best efforts.”
Aurus lounges back in his giant golden throne. “So I can see. How can I help you?”
“I seek knowledge of humans.”
“Hoo-mans? Why? Looking to get your hands on an Earth-born Omega?”
So that’s what her planet is called. I file that tidbit away. I do not want to reveal much about my Rose, but Aurus’s gloating is too much. “Maybe I already have.”
He snaps out of his slouch. “You have an Omega? Congratulations. Join the club.”
“Club?”
