His face still remained a mystery.
He continued aura reading or whatever he was doing, and then stilled. His power shifted, and he spoke too quietly for Victor to hear.
“The demon…”
When my eyes widened in terror, I cursed my body for betraying his existence. “Wha-What do you mean?”
“You do not submit because you think you’ve found another,” he whispered. “You cling to him.”
I shook my head, the movement jerky and unconvincing. “N-no, no, that’s not true.”
Vorthain growled, the frequency low. “We must try something new. Something a little stronger.”
He straightened up, adjusting his robes and pointing towards Victor.
“Go to your alpha and offer your submission. Show him with more than words that you accept his apology, and we’ll start today’s work from there.”
I looked down at the floor, and shuffled towards Victor. When our toes met—mine bare, his in pointed shoes—I wrapped my arms around his chest, resting my cheek right above his heart.
Thu-thump. Thu-thump.
The pace quickened for a moment, soon slowing to a more comfortable rhythm. His arms held me tight, and he began to purr.
An alpha’s purr, one that should bring me calm. It didn’t, and I found myself having to work overtime to hide my anxiety.
“Darling,” he cooed. “My lovely little mate.” His hands gently ran up and down my back, and then were joined by another pair.
Vorthain.
I felt the coldness of his skin even through my blouse, his movements mirroring Victor’s. Or was Victor mirroring his?
The touch and the power that emanated from both of them shifted something inside of me.
I began to crack.
“Little omega,” Vorthain said into my ear. How could his breath be so cold? “Open yourself up to your mate. Let him in.”
And then it was as though the puppet strings holding me up had been cut, my weight collapsing into Victor’s embrace.
His strong, herbal scent… why did I like it all of a sudden?
“What did you do to me?” I whispered.
“Just expediting your alignment. You are particularly resistant to my methods.”
When a familiar warmth grew in my lower body, I gasped.
No.
Victor’s purr intensified. “Does this mean—”
“Not yet,” Vorthain interrupted. “Continue the exercises. Keep her close. Keep touching. Soon the mind will follow the body, and then you’ll know. And Sage?”
His lips lowered to my ear once more.
“You will forget Ronan Blackthorne.”
Captain’s Log, Cycle 53
