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“Fuck,” I replied.
“Was he sending you away?”
I nodded. “You got here just in time.”
Thorne could only shake his head in amazement.
“Get me the fuck out of here. Please. Please.”
“It will be my finest pleasure.”
Those words, though true in the moment, proved to be wrong, for our finest pleasure was still to come.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Kris
I had never really paid attention to my tutors when it came to Omega biology. What did I care? I was a privileged Alpha back then. I had the whole world in front of me to dominate. As long as Omegas were available for my use, that was all I needed.
But now I studied. I read everything I could about it. Thorne didn’t know. He thought I was just reading novels or following the news on my tablet.
I couldn’t talk to him about my research yet because it would lead to further arguments about his upcoming Burn. Even though we had an agenda—to bond within one year—he was not ready to try anything yet. If I brought up the subject, he would start to fidget and withdraw. He was stubbornly adamant about handling his Burn alone.
But there were many things I wanted to know so I could understand what future might be in store for us, for I vowed never to return to Father’s house as mere chattel to him to be sent away on his whim.
Alpha to Alpha marriages were not unheard of. Some people fell in love with a person, not a gender, and Alphas recognized that among themselves.
But when it came to Omegas, Omega to Omega pairings were considered disgusting and were illegal. Alphas recognized only their dominance of them as correct and right behavior. Omegas must be ready for Alphas to pursue at all times, whether they lived on farms or unmated in private homes. Only the asylums were off-limits, like the one Father had intended for me.
But there was another perhaps more sinister reason for the illegality of Omega to Omega pairings. They produced Sylphs.
All this information was stuff I had never heard of before. But my main reason for researching was to find out about myself and how my body chemistry might relate to Thorne’s.
I already knew I smelled different to Alphas, but not like an Omega. I wondered if I was more like a Sylph but without the altered brain chemistry. I had entered my first Burn right on schedule after my eighteenth birthday. Only Alphas experienced the Burn, not Omegas, and Sylphs experienced the Burn almost constantly.
I decided I wasn’t one of them, either. Besides, my fathers were an Alpha and an Omega, not two Omegas. Though labeled an Omega, I was technically unclassified. The percentage of people like me was about point one percent of the population and there was little written about it.
What I wanted was a true mating with Thorne so Father would have no legal right to take me away from him.
Technically, we could be married either as an Alpha/Alpha couple, since it was legal, or an Alpha/Omega couple since I was legally an Omega. But I wanted more not just because my father would press the issue. I wanted it for me and Thorne. I wanted to know if our chemistry could mix to bring us together in more than just paperwork.
Could I actually become Thorne’s bondmate?
Our minds had already bonded, no question. We’d fallen in love.
If Thorne mated me, which could only be done through anal intercourse during the Burn of the Alpha top, and our scents became one, no one could ever touch us. The mate-bond was considered one of the most sacred pacts of our country.
But for Thorne, who was labeled as dangerous, and for me classified as Omega but with dominant Alpha traits, this was not straight-forward.
The bigger problem was we could not even try to become fully bonded mates if he made me stay away from him during his Burn.
Damn it, we needed to talk.
It had been two days since Thorne had made his claim on me in front of Father, Trigg, and everyone else who was there that day. We’d spent a good deal of that time in bed and it was wonderful. But whenever I brought up the subject of Thorne’s burn, he would shut me out.
It was right for us. I could feel it in my heart. It was the only way we could stay on here legally and safe from Father’s reach.
The second night I was back with Thorne, we sat at the table having finished a wonderful dinner of steak and baked potatoes.
