Page 62 of Fortune Fae Academy
This Alpha? He absolutely was not. He thought I was doing this to pit Alphas against one another. He thought I was one of the poor, desperate Omegas trying to figure out her shit show of a life. One who would give her body to an Alpha in hopes of something in return.
Most Alphas only knew how totake.
Instead, I would take something from them until they learned their place. After all, they did so love their hierarchy. It was time they learned that lesson for themselves.
“Is that what you want?” I asked, keeping my voice seductive and coaxing.
Let him think I was a willing participant in my own suffering.
Let him think me weak until it was too late.
“Want me to hold her down for you, Treaton?” asked an Alpha just outside of Rowan’s range of fire. He wasn’t as large asthe one holding my Beta by the throat, but he was still massive compared to me.
He had cropped his hair short, leaving a tattoo visible around the crown of his head, like he thought he was some sort of fucking king.
The Alpha named Treaton snarled and snapped his teeth, making the other male back up a step. “And risk you biting her before I do? Fuck off, Ricktor.”
My fingers flinched, curling into a fist as I unconsciously leaned away from Treaton. I had judged him as the type to feed on Omegas without claiming them, or else he wouldn’t be in this ward.
But, evidently, he saw me as a prize worth taking.
“I’m already mated—” I tried to clarify, but Treaton interrupted me.
“You mean to one of those dead Alphas? They can’t last for long.”
Did he not know that Seifiek had taken on this entire ward and come out practically unscathed? With him working on the same side as Axel—who also had a reputation in the WebRing—he wasn’t going to have to fight long.
But I realized I didn’t recognize many of these fae.Where is Amell getting all these new Alphas from?
Rowan’s eyes fluttered as he seemed to struggle to stay conscious. His flames finally died out as he went limp, which was when Treaton tossed him to the ground.
“Pity. I planned on playing with him after. Guess we’ll have to wait for him to wake up.” He snapped his fingers, flinching when he finally seemed to realize he’d been burned. “Anyone who touches the Beta gets their dick ripped off. He’s mine when I’m done with the Omega.”
Then he prowled toward me, caging me against the wall. Rowan groaned, not quite as unconscious as Treaton had assumed, and slowly crawled toward us.
Need me to intervene, little vixen?Seif asked in my mind. A male’s scream punctuated his words as he broke an opponent’s arm.Axel says you’ll never forgive me if I rip out that fucker’s heart without giving you a chance to do it first.
I appreciated our ability to talk telepathically so I could take a moment to reassess.
Did I want yet another Alpha to come in and save the day? My lips creased into a frown, informing me how I felt about that. Axel was right. This was something I needed to do myself.
I’ll handle this,I told him. If push came to shove, I’d request his help. At least then it would be my choice. And even if this Alpha had the bright idea of biting me, he’d pay the price for that.
With his life.
Seemingly unperturbed by the lingering threat in my mind, Treaton swiped his fingers through his hair, revealing a tattoo similar, but larger, to that of his buddy Ricktor.
Some sort of Alpha gang?
Things were getting worse with Amell being the main Elder in charge. Alphas were supposed to be protectors, not terrorizers. Whoever was guiding this new batch of Alphas was doing a shit job.
Or it was simply the next step in Amell’s plans concerning the pure timeline.
Treaton leaned in close, engulfing me with his metallic scent, which was sour to my senses. I had assumed it was the aroma of blood on him, but it was his natural musk I was picking up.
His hand wandered to my hip, the gruff touch instantly feeding me a multitude of timelines and a roar of visions.
I didn’t have my Fortune Deck on me to suppress them, so I blinked into the silver light as a brutal wave of the future washed over me.
