Page 8 of Last Resort

“I am an admin at Sityr. Last resort. All the other ladies were either married or pregnant or both. I wasn’t in the first round and just got a pity test because they needed another female.” She smiled. “I am here to fill the quota.”

“Admin?” The big one blinked.

She nodded. “Yup. My only value is going to lie in the fact that I have visited Wonder just six months ago for my cousin’s bachelorette.”

Narro came in and sat next to her, completing their cluster. The two men across from her stiffened up with a respectful nod. Poppy smirked. “Oh, dear.”

Narro chuckled. “Indeed. Poppy, this is Breen and Myro.”

Breen was the smaller of the two, and he was frowning. “Why the introductions? You are looking at us as if we should recognize her.”

Narro looked at Poppy. “Could you?”

“Absolutely not. Three people are staring at us right now, and I don’t care how friendly they are; I am not flashing anyone.”

Narro looked at her and then snorted. He simply lifted his hand and dropped it onto hers. She flashed white and grew over a foot. She bent sideways to stay behind the alphas. Poppy hissed at him, and he grinned and let her go.

She resumed her beta shape with a slow exhalation. “You are so going to pay for that.”

The two men across from her were staring with their mouths open. They had flared to dark Elite and then back to their standard alpha form.

Both were leaning forward, and Breen whispered, “Why are you here? Why aren’t you with the queen?”

“Because I was never with the queen, but I joined the party on the weekend. How long have you been out?”

They looked at each other and said, “Ten years.”

“Then, congratulations. Your power should return in full now that you aren’t splitting it.”

Narro murmured, “How do you know that?”

“Because I scattered all the dark Elite across the world and back in time so that you could get in step with the modern age and have time to find your omegas.”

Myro murmured, “You don’t smell like an omega.”

“Of course I don’t. I work in an office jammed with alphas. That would be dangerous.”

Breen nodded. “For you.”

She shook her head. “For them. I have been trained to kill, and I really don’t mind it. Reflexes take over when someone slams you against a wall.”

Myro looked worried. “Have they been attacking you?”

“Oh, no. When I get hit, I hit back.” She smiled brightly. “And Sityr has rules. No touching employees you aren’t married or contracted to.”

They began their taxi down the runway, and she was pressed into the seat. She exhaled slowly. “Here we go.”

She hated flying. Hated it. She clenched her hands into the arms of her seat and tried to think of the cutest game she could. The adventures of a daisy that needed to find water would be cute. She closed her eyes and tried to calm herself. She could face down two dozen Stronghold Elite with glee, but a long flight made her ill.

When they reached cruising altitude, she heard a female voice and opened her eyes. The flight attendant looked at her with concern. “Are you all right, miss?”

“Yup. Just really don’t like flying.”

“Can I get you anything?”

“Coffee and something carby?”

“Of course. Just a moment, miss.”

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