Page 200 of Star Claimed Omega
With a growl, he bent and did the same to her nape, branding her as his.
His heart soared as her fingers pressed to her new scar.
His cock hardened once more, and he surged into her, cradling her body to his as he resumed their rhythm, his timbre hoarse with love and promise. ‘For eternity.’
SANTIAGO
‘You’re now theKhan,my friend, Head of Security on Cybele.’
Lesedi N’Komo froze as he stood before Santi in his office.
For a second, Santi’s words to him didn’t register.
‘Boss?’ Lesedi breathed, his utterance rough with disbelief.
Santi rounded the desk and clasped his shoulder, pinning a silver-edged badge to his lapel.
The symbol of the Signet Group gleamed against the dark navy uniform of the handsome, dark-skinned man.
‘You’re the best man for it, Lesedi. No one else I’d trust with this station.’
They stood in the refurbished Signet outpost on Cybele.
The compact command office sat perched high enough to overlook the warren of levels sprawled beneath it like a tangled spiderweb of steel and neon.
From up here, every screen, transport log, and maglev corridor could be monitored in real time.
‘You took the reins these past few weeks when I threw a full systems overhaul at you,’ Santi continued, his tone even but proud. ‘You didn’t just keep up, you handled it. Upgraded protocols, reinforced weak zones, and shut down two coordinated skirmishes in Deck Nine and the market bay. Those Accord and Legion cowards didn’t stand a chance.’
Lesedi’s posture straightened with quiet pride. ‘I won’t let you down, sir.’
Santi gave him a short nod. ‘Do well, and you’ll earn passage to Pegasi in under two years. That’s a promise.’
Lesedi grinned, showing off his gleaming teeth. ‘Then I’ll exceed expectations.’
Santi turned to the others, scanning them with a slight smile.
Joris, broad-chested and eagle-eyed, was a clear pick for senior leadership.
Akio was an experienced tactician with fire in his veins and a love of justice.
Pascal was all wit and quiet grit, and Remi was the youngest but no less fierce.
‘Joris, you’re Lesedi’s second. Always have his back, even when he doesn’t ask for it.’
‘Copy that,’ Joris replied, voice solid.
‘The rest of you,’ Santi said, his gaze sweeping over them, ‘are Signet now. Wear that name with honor. Make me proud, and don’t give me reason to regret this.’
Each man nodded with solemn conviction.
Santi flicked a command to the central console. ‘A facsimile of Miral’s interface will stay patched into the system to keep you synced with our protocols and network comms. If you run into anything unexpected, ping us onThe Sombraviaholo. We’ll always answer.’
‘Claro?’ he added, arching a brow.
‘Claro,’ they mirrored.
He let a rare smile tug at his mouth as he moved toward the exit. One by one, he gave each of them a firm hug or a warrior’s handshake, a chin raise, a clapped shoulder. His final salute came soft but sure.
