Page 63 of Fortune Fae Academy
Since it was Treaton’s future I witnessed, there wasn’t anything pleasant to see.
Only a path of destruction he would leave in his wake, filled with the bodies of those he used and abandoned. I saw him claim an Omega, eventually.
Then… another?
How is that possible?
Had my mate-circle broken the dam on some unwritten rule of how mate-circles worked? Was it possible for Alphas to take more than one Omega now?
What do you see, sweetheart?Axel asked in my mind, his tone much gentler than the snarls as he slashed his way through one of the many Alphas who had formed a wall between us and their apparent ringleader. I’d never seen Alphas behave this way, but in the short time I’d been gone, much had clearly changed.
When I told Axel my vision, he hummed in response as if not surprised.This has to do with Roderik. He’s going to use this power I’ve given him to control the masses.
No. I couldn’t allow that to happen. The vision lingered on my tongue, luring me to speak into stone, but I bit down hard in refusal.
Treaton sniffed my neck while I fought the prophecy—an intimate gesture among Alphas and Omegas—then he licked my skin.
A shiver of disgust ran up my spine.
“You taste like Dust. Mmm,” he said with a growl of approval. “Does your pussy taste like that, too?”
I highly doubted this Alpha pleasured his Omegas, so I only giggled in response.
The Dust he had tasted tingled on my skin, begging to be used. Begging to blast this asshole off of me and overwhelm his heart until it exploded inside his chest.
It was my Beta still crawling on the floor that stopped me. Just as I didn’t want to be saved, I couldn’t deny Rowan his desire that all but consumed me through our shared bond. Heneededthis, whateverthiswas.
I spotted a glimmer of glass in his hand, then I blinked at it again.
Not glass. That’s…
A piece of my soul.
Rowan stabbed the jagged piece into Treaton’s leg, making him jerk back and roar in pain. The Alpha crashed to the ground, giving Rowan leverage to rip out the shard and claw his way up. He reared back, roaring as he stabbed again. This time he left the shard in the male’s chest, and the impact seemed to paralyze him.
And then he did exactly as he promised, yanking the Alpha’s head to the side before he sank his teeth into his flesh.
I watched with mortified fascination while Rowan worked and chewed, yanking at the flesh with his blunt teeth until the skin finally tore open, gushing blood all over him.
“He’s killing him,” someone said.
“I’m not stopping him,” the Alpha being spoken to replied.
In fact, everyone had gone quiet as Rowan made good on his promise, killing the biggest and baddest Alpha who had dared to touch me.
When the light died from Treaton’s eyes, Rowan’s body convulsed as if he seemed to reject the immense expulsion of Dust. Instead, it trickled out in a pool of silver, attracting snarls from the other Alphas.
Rowan ignored them and instead ripped out the shard and presented it to me with a shaky hand. “This is yours, Gina,” he said, his voice ragged but proud.
Because he’d kept his promise, and for that, an echo of pride glowed in my chest.
The second I took the shard, it dissolved into me and past memories of being in this place slammed into my mind. I took them in, my eyes widening when I remembered running from Seif and throwing myself to unmated Alphas in hopes of escaping.
I had been so weak then.
I wasn’t now.
Rowan’s eyelids fluttered until they closed and he slumped over the remains of his kill. His body seemed to reject the Dust that he should have absorbed, though, and that concerned me most.
