She has short, shaggy hair that’s a rich, dark gray and skin a gorgeous muted blue shade.
“Ink,” the first says. “Come here and smell him.”
The second’s eyes stay locked on me as she steps closer.
Nervous. She’s nervous.
Why in the stars would an alpha be nervous around me?I lower my head though, a show of submission.
“Fuck,” she curses quietly. I continue staring at their feet, but I sniff discreetly. Betas don’t have near as sensitive of a nose as alphas or omegas, but I can tell they both smell sweet, sugary. I want to bury my face against their skin.
The one called Ink continues, “You’re Zilas Icced.”
“Yes.”
“You’re older than most of the betas here.”
“With age comes experience,” I respond, allowing a tiny flirty edge in my tone, though I don’t look up.
The first snorts. “And you’re a trained baker?”
“Yes.”
“Your files indicated that your personality would mesh with ours,” Ink says.
I blink and slowly raise my face to look at them. “Perhaps we should set up the traditional seven outings? Get to know each other?” I ask, hope blooming painfully yet again.
“Azane...” Ink’s tone is warning.
The other alpha is silent, however.
I let the silence stretch a few moments.
“Alpha Azane, alpha Ink,” I say.
“Inken,” she corrects, an edge in her gaze that holds none of that nervousness now.
“Alpha Inken,” I repeat meekly, and she grins.
Of course, that makes sense for an ebondenn.
“I would love to learn about you both, about your home, your dreams, everything. There is nothing I want more than a pack. I would love it if we were to discover we are compatible."
“Let’s find outnow. Speed run this,” Azane says, light blue eyes meeting mine.
“What do you mean by that, alpha Azane?”
Inken turns but my eyes stay locked on Azane. She’s smirking in the manner only an alpha can. The door shuts, and the curtains are drawn over the window.
The intoxicating scent coming from them both increases, and my eyes flutter closed in pleasure.
My chin is cupped gently and I open my eyes to see Inken in front of me. “Beta Zilas... will you offer your obedience to me, right now, for this test, as though you were of our pack?”
I nod, wordless.Stars yes, I would.
“Then disrobe.”
My hands leisurely rise to my shirt. I undo buttons unhurriedly, relishing their covetous gazes upon me. I drop one shoulder as I tug the shirt off, and the other, letting it drop. My hands pull at the laces on my trousers, which again, I take my time opening. They both stare and their sweet scent thickens.
