Page 14 of Collateral Omega

And then the omega just had to turn around to face him.

Bam! Just like that, Xaine was spellbound.

Smooth porcelain skin enticed him to get close and run his fingers over the omega’s cheek to see how soft it was. And those red lips… Xaine swallowed hard, desire constricting his throat.

But instead of thanking him, the omega had taken off activating Xaine’s prey drive.

Xaine was a goner after that. Every cell in his body had focused on catching his prey by all means necessary. And he couldn’t fight it.

He couldn’t fucking fight it. Once the switch was turned on. He couldn’t turn it off until the aggressive bastard inside him was satisfied.

“Master?” Klane said behind him. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Xaine bit out impatiently. “What took you so long?”

“I was making sure the omega was alright,” Klane said.

“Not right now,” Xaine said, turning to face the beta, his eyes blazing. He knew he was angry at the wrong person. He should be able to control and regulate himself. He shouldn’t rely on another person to rein him in and make him civilized. But he relied on Klane. The beta made him sane.

“Here, master,” Klane stepped close. The disinfectant spray ready. Xaine held out his hands, even though he hadn’t touched the omega. He rubbed the disinfectant into his hands before he cupped them in front of his nose to breathe it in. If he could drink the stuff to get rid of the scent stuck in his lungs, he would. But he’d just end up with chemical poisoning.

“My conversation with the agent took longer than I anticipated. I’m sorry. I guess I was too focused on securing you a service omega for your heat and didn’t think about your triggers.”

“Did you manage to hire a service omega?” Xaine asked, his mind already on his heat.

Klane grimaced. “Not yet. We’re still negotiating.”

Xaine nodded and continued down the hallway. He hoped Klane succeeded. He didn’t want to spend his heat alone.

His life changed drastically after his dad died. He needed a break from the never-ending roller-coaster ride of business meetings, negotiations, and overall operations of the business. His dad had made it look easy, Xaine thought, as he walked into Aeryl’s office.

He made his way to the window and dragged in some much-needed fresh air. He could feel Aeryl’s eyes on him waiting for him to say something. Xaine probably looked crazy, standing there gasping for air like a fish out of water. Xaine didn’t care. He needed a minute to compose himself. When he was good and ready, he gave Klane a nod to proceed.

Klane pulled out his data reader from his case.

“Please take a seat,” Xaine said, leaning against the window. He had no intention of going anywhere near the furniture in the office. Aeryl had sex there earlier that evening.

“What is this about?” Aeryl asked, walking to the desk.

“My master would like to inform you that your contract with Covus Holding has come to an end. You are requested to pay back all the credit you borrowed from the company.” Klane clicked through the data reader and handed it to Aeryl. “This document specifies the amount you owe. Read through it and confirm that the information is correct.”

“What?” Aeryl looked around stunned.

“Please sign here.”

Aeryl shoved to his feet. “No. Wait a minute. Did you read the contract between me and your dad?”

“Yes. And I have no use for you. It’s time to get a job, Aeryl, and save your family’s legacy before it’s too late. Stop relying on handouts.”

“Handouts? Do you know how much the Sacrum manuscripts are worth?”

“Sacrum manuscripts?” Xaine asked. He’d never heard of anything like that. “Do you know of anything like that, Klane?”

“No. They are not mentioned in the contract.”

“The manuscripts are priceless. They are the first text of our people. The backbone of this planet. Every piece of history is inside those pages and your dad had free use of them for all these years.”

“I’m glad they’re worth something,” Xaine said. “I was worried I might leave you destitute. I’ll be sure to return them.”

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