“I’m sure I’ll learn a lot of things myself.” Fear swelled in a billowing shadow, trying to take my happiness and turn it into something frightened and tiny. I clenched my hands on my thighs. Mom had instilled a lot of her values in me. Even the Alpha-hating ones.
Unfaithful. Rutting whatever moves.
Her words echoed in my mind.
“I’m not stupid to the way of Alphas,” I began. “What if you get bored? What if you want another Omega? What if?—”
Kyan pressed his mouth to mine, cutting me off. He pulled back slightly, and I blinked up at him.
“Anyone other than you isn’t possible,” Kyan said simply.
Elias grazed the tip of his nose across the bridge of my cheek. His big hand reached up, and Kyan made way.
I looked into Elias’ emerald gaze. Such a deep, potent color—almost intoxicating.
“I love you, Briar.You, my determined Omega. You don’t let anything buckle you, but you can rest now. We’ll catch you.”
I blinked quickly to get rid of the tears blurring my vision.
“On our way into the city, we have another surprise for you.” His lips kissed the shell of my ear.
“All done,” Sinclair sang, striding in, naked as the day he was born. Dried blood painted his arms, face, and spattered across his body. His flaccid cock swung from side to side, and I couldn’t unglue my eyes from it.
“Keep looking at me like that, sweets, and I’m going to fuck you, blood and all.” He wasn’t lying based on his hardening shaft. The gold piercing reflected the firelight.
“Had to ditch the clothes, they were drenched in blood. Burning as we speak.” He started for the stairs. “Along with an annoying-as-fuck Omega.” His voice trailed off, and I could only gawk as his muscled body rippled with his every step.
Kyan pressed under my chin, and my teeth clicked together.
“We’ll catch you every single time.”
Chapter 58
“Why are we here?” My voice came out in a rush. I was tense until it hurt; my thoughts returned to the day I had been fired.
Elias pressed a key card to the building’s scanner. It beeped, and he held the door open. The lobby was empty of the usual bustle, and all the furniture was gone.
“Why is it empty?” I went deeper inside until I reached the area where all the cubicles were. They hadn’t been removed, but it was empty of all people.
“We bought it.”
I struggled to understand Elias’ words.
“Boughtit?”
“Candor News. You’re the new owner.”
“But why?”
“We needed a new investment that didn’t involve—” Elias cut off and cleared his throat. “We know how you feel about this place.” He shrugged.
“I’ve already created the budget plan. I’ll go over everything with you. By dissolving the Chief Editor’s salary, we’ll be able to keep most of the positions. You and I can come up with a game plan on how we move forward and who to keep,” Kyan explained everything he’d been considering for Candor’s future.
Meanwhile, I reeled.
Candor News. . . was mine?
Emotion clogged my throat.
