Page 27 of Night Sector
She really wasn’t a bad choice for a mate, though. I’d told him that more than once.
Ivana was a beautiful Omega with long, white-blonde hair, ice-blue eyes, and a confidence that put others to shame. That confidence was well earned, too. Kieran often relied on her for important sector-related tasks, much to Cillian’s annoyance.
Or maybe it was because of Cillian’s annoyance that Kieran gave her those projects. Probably some combination of both reasons—her competence and the fact that it irritated Cillian.
I wandered along the stone path in the frozen courtyard, through the gates, and into the palace. A few Omegas had stopped to stare at me along the way, but most of the sentries on the towers and walls didn’t bother to lift their weapons this time.
I considered that a win.
My first two days here, the Sanctuary’s Protectors had aimed their arrows and other instruments at me every time they’d seen me.
The third day, some of them had lowered their guard.
Yesterday, more of them had simply watched me move.
And today, only two members of the patrol had me in their sights. One of whom was Jas, an Omega who seemed to hate Alphas as much as Kyra did.
My wolf growled inside at the scent of breakfast, all my prowling around the boundaries this evening having spiked my hunger.
I slid into the mess hall, only to pause near the threshold at the sight of all the Omegas bustling around the large dining room. It seemed like every single one of them who resided in the Sanctuary was down here tonight, making me frown.
I’d eaten midnight breakfast at the same hour every day since my arrival, thus establishing a bit of a routine. And it seemed the cafeteria grew more crowded each time I visited, almost as though all the Omegas were purposely trying to align their schedules with my own.
The very notion of it sounded conceited in my head. However, I wasn’t sure how else to explain their obvious change in routines.
Unless something unique is happening today,I pondered as I started toward the food line.Is there some sort of event on the schedule, perhaps?
I turned to ask one of the Omegas openly observing me from a nearby table. But the moment I attempted to make eye contact, the group of females all bowed their heads and blushed furiously.
Sighing, I refocused on the buffet and grabbed a plate.
Omegas were notoriously submissive, which was partly what made Kyra so alluring. She wasn’t the type to bow easily. Hell, she’d absolutely force my wolf to chase her. He’d fucking love it, too.
Never going to happen,I reminded myself as I piled a bunch of food on my plate. It was mostly vegetables, grains, and seafood, which made sense given our Arctic location.
By my estimation, we were somewhere between Svalbard and Greenland, on an island that had never been documented on any map. Livestock wasn’t a thing because the animals would never survive, yet the greenhouses allowed the Omegas to harvest grains, fruits, and vegetables.
However, they’d had pork the other night, which told me they had a source for it somewhere.
I grabbed a cup of coffee to go with my food and settled into my usual table in the corner, my seat giving me an open view of the whole cafeteria.
Seriously, pretty much every Omega in the Sanctuary is here right now exceptmyOmega, I thought, scanning all the faces.EvenFritz is here.
His blue irises burned as he stared at me from across the room, his dislike palpable. Despite sharing a floor, we hadn’t really spoken. He was trying to hide the security consoles from me, but I’d already snuck in and reviewed his impressive setup. He clearly knew what he was doing.
If only I could identify the nagging sense of wrongness that kept scraping at my instincts. Everything seemed secure here, butsomethingirked my wolf. Something I really needed to define.
It wasn’t Kyra’s constant mental threats about wanting to kill me, or the abundance of weapons I’d felt pointed at my back since arriving. It wasn’t even the very obvious hatred some of the Omegas cast my way, either.
Just… something dark. A niggling presence of some kind.
Whatever it was, I’d figure it out. I just had to keep searching for the source.
My wrist buzzed with another message from Cillian, this one all business.I gathered all of Kieran’s bedding and worn clothes. They’re in a basket in his suite.
Thanks,I shot back at him.I’ll be by in an hour to pick it up.
Most of Kieran’s and Quinn’s needs had been seen to already, the Omega midwives having provided them with food, water, and other essentials. However, Quinn would be itching to fortify her nest with Kieran’s belongings. All Omegas did that during their heats, especially newly mated ones.
