Page 25 of Impaled By His Omega Prince
A quiet voice responded, words fumbling. The fuckwit was terrified of Kershai, though Lumic never could understand why.
“Well, I’m sure my sweetvine will tell me all about it and Lulu, too. You’re relieved of duty for the evening.” Kershai’s sweet, syrupy tones had a sting to them.
Oryn responded, voice low.
“And I said you’re relieved. Go to your barracks. Now.” Kershai’s tone dropped, and Oryn scuttled off, his armor clinking as he did so. With little pause, Kershai stepped into the room.
“What in the law’s name was that? Oryn proposed to you?” Kershai’s upper lip curled and Pallosar shrugged.
“He’s a good match considering things, but I have a terrible feeling about him.”
“No son of mine will be in that wretch’s bed.” Kershai’s face twisted into something ugly as he gave Pallosar a disapprovinglook but approached him to sit on Lumic’s settee all the same. “Why would you even entertain that? He’s at least twenty years Lumic’s senior.”
Pallosar glanced away and twisted his lips. “Lumic has found himself in away. His situation when he was held captive…”
“What way?” Kershai glanced toward Lumic as his cheeks burned like fire.
“The family sort,” Lumic muttered, bunching his shoulders up.
A sharp intake of breath settled things before Kershai took a few even breaths. True rage flashed in his eyes and thalmic power practically crackled in the air like static. Lumic had never seen him so furious before, and it brought tears to his eyes.
“I’m sorry.” Lumic hated how small his voice sounded.
“No. You have nothing to be sorry for. This is Stamel’s fault.” Kershai’s fists clenched so hard they cracked, and with a snarl, two great horns, serrated and forked with a sharp curl to them, projected to the sides of his head. Dragon horns. They were a rarity among alphas and spoke highly of Kershai’s dominance and power. “It’s not Oryn’s, is it?”
Lumic shook his head, taking a shuddering breath. “It’s Askara’s. Queen Lyrica’s son. But I couldn’t find him. After the siege.”
Kershai’s gaze froze, and his posture stiffened. “And what do you wish to do, Lu? It’s your choice. Don’t let Pallosar force you into doing something you don’t want.”
“I wasn’t trying toforcehim into anything. He had the option oftaking care of itor going away for a while… He wouldn’t be the first prince with a bastard.” Pallosar glanced up and met Kershai’s eye, exchanging a disgusted look. The only target that Stamel could hit reliably was a hole.
“But I don’t know what I want. I—I want to talk to Askara.” Lumic fought tears, rubbing at his eyes with frustration.
“Oryn assured me that they checked the castle, Lumic. Everyone was dead.” Pallosar leaned forward and rested a hand on Lumic’s arm and flinched when Lumic leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Pallosar with a broken sob.
“He cannot die. The goddesses won’t let him. He’s special like that. And he cannot leave the castle unless someone has his sigil and allows him. He’s bound to it.” Lumic choked on his words.
Kershai didn’t say a word, but his entire body nearly vibrated with rage. “My sweetvine. This is something between me and Lu. Da is going to fix everything, sweet child.”
“Now hold on one mome—” Pallosar patted Lumic’s back and slowly pulled his arms away. Whatever look Kershai gave him made his omega father relent.
“Send word and have the dungeon guards sent to their barracks. Wait here or go back to our quarters. I’ll solve all of this.” Kershai’s firm, even tones made Pallosar relent, his hesitant nod jerky against Lumic until Kershai pulled him away with a firm hug. “Da is going to solve all your problems, Lu. I promise.”
Lumic stood at Kershai’s direction and stumbled, one step at a time as he ushered him out. They barely made it ten steps down the hall before Kershai’s craning neck caught something. “Oryn! Help me escort Lumic to his quarters.”
The nosey alpha appeared from around a corner and approached, avoiding Kershai’s gaze. The pointed gesture made Lumic very aware of Oryn.
When Oryn rested a hand beneath Lumic’s arm, on the other side of Kershai in a polite way, he leaned forward and a glint of something caught Lumic’s eye. A quick glance back to Kershai told Lumic all he needed to know.Kershai knew.Oryn knew.
Cold fury had Lumic tensing up then halting at Kershai’s warning glare. As they approached Lumic’s bedchambers, Kershai pulled Oryn away from Lumic with a single-handed gesture and snatched for his neck, fingers grasping for the glint of silver.
Askara’s sigil.
The sun goddess’s emblem.
The chain snapped and rattled with the daintiest clink of metal, but the sound was deafening over the roar in Lumic’s ears.
“That’s mine, Kershai! Let it go.” Oryn swiped for it, but Kershai thrusted the chain into Lumic’s waiting hands. “No!”
