“I hate to disappoint you, but no,” I tell him. “We won’t.”
Another brief pause. “This must all seem very strange to you. I suppose a little bad attitude is to be expected.”
He’s dismissing my feelings—mygenuinefeelings—and it infuriates me. “A little bad attitude? That’s what you think this is?” I’m incredulous.
Aurus flaps a hand as if he were waving away a bothersome fly. “You will soon learn,” he says, as if I hadn’t said anything. “The other girls—and I, of course—will teach you obedience.”
“The hell you will!”
“Careful.” His voice has changed. It’s dropped even lower, and the gruff bass now holds a warning tone. “I’m being lenient but even my patience has a limit.”
“I look forward to finding it,” I say, sounding way more confident than I feel.
Ignoring me, he turns away and begins to fiddle with his helmet. I suppress a smile. He’s obviously not used to undoing the straps himself, but of course, he’s dismissed his servants now.
After an awkward couple of seconds, he manages to get the helmet off and lays it on a nearby table. Then he turns around.
Holy fuck, he’s gorgeous! Damn, damn, damn!
His skin is a pale bronze, with dark gold tribal markings on his forehead and neck. He has a strong, striking jaw, surprisingly full lips, and the most hypnotic eyes I think I’ve ever seen. They’re the color of burnt honey, glowing almost amber when the light hits the irises.
Pull yourself together, Kim. He might be one of the hottest males you’ve ever seen, but he’s still holding you captive. Don’t show him you’re attracted.
“Come here, Omega,” Aurus says, holding out an encouraging hand.
“My name is Kim.” I fold my arms across my chest. “And… no.” It’s petulant and childish, I know, but I’m starting to feel a weird fluttering in my tummy and his direct gaze is distracting me. “I want you to let me go. Or, I’ll find my own way out… I’ll escape.”
Aurus scoffs. “Oh, really?”
Taking a deep breath to steady my wavering nerves, I almost stagger when I smell it. Sandalwood, new leather, pine… the scent is overpowering but so good that I inhale deeply through my nose, wanting more.
That’s when there’s a sudden jolt of pleasure directly in my clit, immediately followed by a wet, trickling sensation between my legs. Startled, I can’t prevent my gasp at the unexpected, intense stab of lust. What the hell is wrong with me?
I look to Aurus—for answers, for help, I don’t know—and his eye color has changed to burnt sienna. His entire body is rigid, his face set in a leonine expression that I can only describe as feral. A faraway part of me registers that he’s clenched his fists by his sides.
The twist of desire in my lower belly is joined now by a sharp pang of fear. The convivial, attractive king is gone, and in his place is a beast who’s as focused on me as a lion on a gazelle.
I’m the prey.
The scent intensifies, becoming so thick it’s a tangible thing, seeping into me, invading my very pores. I let out a moan as my clit thumps again. My nipples tighten beneath the gossamer gown.
What the fuck is happening to me?
Then, Aurus begins to growl…
THREE
Aurus
I cannot rememberthe last time I was so excited about something. So impatient. Ever since Khan returned from a trip with that little Omega in tow, I have coveted one for myself.
It took the magicians long enough to find a way to bring Hoo-man females here, and then there was some long, dull selection process—I don’t know, I was barely paying attention when they explained it to me. I merely asked for a golden-haired one.
I am Aurus, High King of Ulfaria, and I get what I want.
Even then, when the time finally arrived and my new Omega was brought through the portal, I was forced to wait for her to be given the translation chip and the serum…
… and then wait for the serum to work…
