Page 43 of Last Resort

The two looked at each other and shrugged in unison. Breen said, “We know. Now, it is called CPTSD. You learn to manage it, but it is always there.”

Myro smiled softly. “I believe that is why you threw us ten years back, so we had time to heal from the confinement. And you spread us across the world so we could learn how different things have become.”

She shrugged. “More like I didn’t want you guys too close to home when the ladies started showing up.”

Myro asked, “How many omegas do you think there are? The adult ones.”

“Over forty-five. About fifty that have been stunted and need to grow, and now, only twelve girls under the age of eighteen. Since you guys don’t age, you can wait.”

They grinned. That was when it dawned on her that they didn’t have to wait. She sighed. “What’s in the box?”

Myro took it and opened it. “Just proof of a solid match. These are calibrated for us specifically.”

“How can you tell?”

He grinned and held a wide white cuff in his fingers. “This isn’t meant for your average beta.”

“Right. Wait. White is paying.”

Breen shrugged. “Women usually do, one way or another.”

Myro smiled. “When you are ready, we will waive the fees.”

“How thoughtful of you.” She smiled. She snapped the cuff onto her wrist and tapped it. Health stats, age, and the number of sexual partners were all displayed. She exhaled slowly. “I forgot they did that.”

She looked at the ages of the guys and wasn’t surprised to see three digits on each one of them. They had been incarcerated for quite a while. She flicked past their histories, checked their health, and ignored their body count. With their ages, more activity was likely. “Remind me to tell Violet to skip the numbers and just put experience levels.”

They compared numbers, and when they saw hers, they both paused. “So, limited experience.”

“Yup. Technically, the guy who grabbed me out of the training room counted as the one, but he’s spinning through space at the dawn of time right now. He woke me up, and then he died. Well, he might still be dying. I am not sure how black holes work.”

Breen blinked. “Ah. Well, I believe space would have killed him.”

“Oh, right.” She smiled at the fond image in her mind.

“Forza does not know how lucky she was.”

She shrugged. “And she never will. Being alpha-sized and shiny and chalky is hard enough without folks knowing about the extras.”

Breen smiled. “I think you are lovely.”

Myro kissed the back of her hand. “What do the bands tell you?”

“That we are an exceptionally good match, and you both are far more aroused than your casual postures indicate.” She looked at them both.

Breen shrugged. “I have been in this state since the airplane.”

She blushed and said, “Sorry. Is that why you kept me on your lap?”

He chuckled. “No embarrassment on my part. I just like the feel of you.”

She sighed. “Are all the dark Elite as sweet as you two?”

Myro chuckled. “Definitely not. Some are bordering on vicious. They are the ones with the beasts close to the surface. It is easier to control yourself if there is simply one mind in your body.”

“Oh. Mickey is going to have a rough time of it, then.”

“The wildling? Yes. It’s a good thing she’s out here. Her males are back in the cities.”

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