Page 54 of Truth or Lie

“I... don’t know,” I replied blankly.

“Like, what if you could take omega hormones, and it meant you were able to stay in the bond all the time instead of just when Leo’s in heat? That’s what I was thinking.”

Again, I paused... struck dumb.

“I don’t know,” I said again, trying to push past my surprise. “I’m not aware that omega hormones are even available on the black market.”

Flynn breathed out. “That’s why I wanted to talk to Beckett and Nikolayev. They’ve got a direct line to the good stuff, so I figured they’d know if it can be done or not.”

I lay in the alpha’s arms, not sure if it would be too painful to contemplate the what-ifs, in case it wasn’t possible to procure omega hormones or they wouldn’t work for someone like me.

“Give me some time to think about it,” I told him, after long moments had passed in silence.

“’Kay,” Flynn said easily. He slipped a hand down to tug at the elastic of my waistband. “Now get these stupid pajamas off. You’re all tense. I wanna give you a massage.”

“Oh, very well. If I must.” My long-suffering air sounded fake enough to draw a snort of amusement from him.

He nudged me forward enough that he could slip out from behind me and retrieve a small bottle of massage oil from his luggage. I managed to overcome my heavy limbs long enough to strip off the flannel pajama bottoms and white T-shirt I was wearing by the time he returned.

A massage from Flynn was never going to be PG-rated, but even when his oiled hands wandered to places that made me squirm and gasp, there was no indication that I was expected to do more than relax and enjoy it for what it was—alpha caretaking at its finest.

Within half an hour, I was a puddle in the center of the mattress. Evidently, having absolutely no muscle tone anywhere in my body was somehow conducive to making emotionally fraught decisions.

“Flynn?”

The alpha’s big hands stilled on my back. “Yes, Ginger Tea?”

“Talk to Beckett and Nikolayev,” I said. “I want to know if it’s possible.”

TWENTY-FOUR

Leona

“YOUR DAUGHTER Samanthais an unregistered omega.” The words landed like bricks in the dead silence of the conference room. I heard Jax and Alex’s sharply indrawn breath at the same instant their shock hit me through the bond, and Beckett said, “Ah,” in a quiet voice of revelation. Nikolayev’s sharp eyes swung to Fairbanks to gauge his reaction.

That reaction was both startling and completely unmistakable. The UFNA prime minister shoved to his feet so abruptly that his chair toppled backward. His hands gripped the edge of the table so tightly that the knuckles turned white.

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