Instead of taking any notice of his own soldiers at the windows, which I’m certain he can already sense, Lanlin turns his piercing gaze over his shoulder.
I know that it will be fixed on Freya.
When we entered the training ground, I left Freya standing, leaning on the training ground’s dusty mudbrick wall, dressed in that simple ivory dress that clings to her curves in a way that makes me bloody hard.
I don’t need to see her to be able to sense her. I trace over the snowflake, shivering at her answering touch.
Lanlin has a way of always looking for Freya first, when he enters a room, then appearing to keep his full attention on her.
I understand that type of devotion, but maybe notobsession.
I am already bonded with Freya. It sparked the moment that we touched. It settled deeply into our souls like it had always been there. I don’t need to reassure myself of anything because I know that we can be apart, but we’re never separated.
Yet Lanlin has known about his Golden fated Omega for years, been tortured through his fangs for her, which are as special for a vampire as wings are for a fae, and seems to believe that she will vanish.
He seeks her out like he is touching, ravishing,devouring herby his gaze alone.
“Shall we see who impresses our Omega best?” Lanlin’s voice is rich and smooth.
I don’t, however, miss the steel beneath it.
He pushes himself to his feet, and I copy him.
We are standing close together, as if Lanlin wants to keep this conversation private from Freya.
Idiot.
I have secrets from our Omega, but we’re united co-conspirators when it comes to anything about both Aurelius and Lanlin.
I firmly press on the snowflake.
Instantly, I sense Freya’s concern through our bond.
Lanlin still hasn’t looked away from Freya.
So, he wants to beat my arse in front of Freya to score points with her. He is possessive. It just shows that he has no idea what impresses our Omega.
I’m not letting the Alpha in on that.
Instead, I push my curls out of my eyes, making a show of stretching casually. “Oh, a wager. You don’t know me, bat, but I always win.”
“We’ll see.” A shadow of a smile flits behind his eyes.
I firmly press on the snowflake bond mark again, and without hesitating, Freya answers my call.
I hear her footfalls, as she crosses the training ground.
“What are my Alphas whispering about?” She asks. “I can’t wait to see you train together.”
Lanlin’s expression falls for a moment. His lips curl back into a snarl.
Then he controls himself, blanking his expression.
He turns to Freya. “I was merely suggesting a wager on our first sparring session, dearheart.”
“What are you betting?” Freya sounds strained but then she adds, teasingly, “I’m going to be the Queen. So, shouldn’t I offer the winner a kiss?”
Lanlin and I stiffen at the same time.
