Page 39 of Dragon's Revenge

Dempsey snorted. “Happier? Since when is making omegas happy a criterion to do something?”

Jermon kept his cool. “We’ll have to agree to disagree on that. Just take my word for it.”

“And what are you offering?” Kerry asked, completely ignoring Dempsey.

“One million dollars per omega.”

Kerry swallowed. “Cash?”

Jermon shrugged. “If you prefer. We can also wire it to an offshore account of your choice.”

“We can’t sell our omegas,” Hubert protested. “They’re the only ones we have left.”

“I’m sure you’ll be able to find other…company to replace them,” Jermon said.

“But what about having kids?” Colin asked. “Humans can’t have eggs.”

Jermon leaned back in his chair. “From what I understand, neither can your omegas. You haven’t had a successful clutch in… How long has it been?”

“Five years,” Fallon said, raising his chin.

“How dare you speak to an alpha?” Dempsey snapped.

Fallon stood his ground. “By simply opening my mouth and using my vocal cords. It’s really not that hard.”

“You’re wrong.” Kerry once again ignored Dempsey, instead addressing Fallon. “It hasn’t been five years.”

Fallon frowned. “Pretty sure my calculation is correct.”

“What about Graham and Ross? They were with egg when you abducted them.”

Oh fuck.

“I didn’t abduct them.” Fallon didn’t give an inch. “They chose to leave because they were abused…as were all of us.”

Kerry waved his hand dismissively. “That’s a matter of semantics. The point is that they were with egg…which must’ve hatched by now, so did the hatchlings survive? If so, those are my kids. As their biological alpha father, I have legal rights to them.”

Adar didn’t even hesitate. “They’re both omegas. Two girls.”

Which was a bald-faced lie, but he didn’t care. He’d never hand over those poor hatchlings to this sorry excuse for a man.

Kerry’s shoulders sagged. “Well, fuck. I’ll need to see proof, of course, but if that’s true, I have no use for them.”

“I’ll take them,” Dempsey said.

Kerry frowned as he looked at his fellow alpha. “What the fuck would you want with omegas? You’re not exactly father material.”

Dempsey snorted. “I wasn’t gonna raise them, just dump them with someone and wait until they’re old enough to fuck…which shouldn’t take long. In case you missed it, we’re woefully short on omegas and could use some fresh blood. I want an alpha heir.”

Adar’s head was buzzing. He couldn’t have heard that right. Dempsey couldn’t have suggested he wanted little hatchlings so he could fuck them once they were old enough…and Adar doubted he meant of age. But he had suggested exactly that. He had proposed having these omegas raised purely so he could…rape them. Because that was what it would be, rape. Consent was a word this man didn’t even have in his vocabulary. Was there no depth to his depravity?

“Over my dead body,” Kerry said, showing to have at least some moral limits. “You’re not getting my offspring, omegas or not.”

Dempsey held up his hands. “It was an idea. No need to get your panties in a twist.”

“We’d be happy to provide you with official documentation regarding the gender and status of the hatchlings,” Jermon said pleasantly, apparently happily going along with Adar’s lie since they all knew both hatchlings were alphas. “As long as you agree to sign away all parental rights once you’ve seen the proof.”

Kerry leaned back in his chair, scratching his beard. “Dempsey does have a point that omegas are worth money. I could sell them once they’re of age. You just offered a million a pop, so that’s two million right there.”

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