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I accepted it, mostly because I understood that, deep down, I wasn’t the actual source of her anger. Another Alpha had that mantle. I was just the one she felt the need to take it out on now.
Because she saw our mating as forced. Cillian and I hadn’t given her a choice. Not really. But perhaps one day she’d realize that she wasn’t the only one who would suffer eternally due to this permanent link between us.
I’d never wanted a mate. I still didn’t want a mate. But I accepted our fate because it was for the best of V-Clan kind.
It would also be for the best of the Sanctuary, too.
Because now these Omegas had another Protector. One who could actually defend them against other Alphas.
Kyra’s jaw ticked, clearly insulted by my mental trajectory.
Too bad. It was the truth. If she couldn’t stomach that, then perhaps she wasn’t truly fit for her position.
“Have a good evening,mate,” I told her as I stood to do another security loop. Once I finished, I’d pop over to Blood Sector for Kieran’s belongings. Then I’d come back here and figure out how to handle my murderous little Omega.
Because Ashlyn was right.
These Omegas needed more-efficient training.
And who better to teach them about self-defense against an Alpha than one of the most powerful Alphas of V-Clan kind?
CHAPTERSEVEN
KYRA
A Week Later
“You need to see this.”
I lifted my gaze to find Fritz in my doorway, his words holding an ominous thread to them that I really didn’t want to tug on. Primarily because I fully expected Lorcan to be at the other end of that thread.
Ugh.
I’d spent the last week avoiding him. Hell, longer than a week. More like ten or twelve days. Since he’d arrived. Since our mating. Sinceeverything.
To add insult to injury, I couldn’t quite figure out how to kill him. Every concept I manufactured was quickly shot down by a single glimpse into his thoughts.
The bastard seemed to be perpetually ready for me, making me hate this bond between us that much more.
“Earth to Kyra,” Fritz drawled. “Did you hear me?”
“Unfortunately,” I muttered, my feet begrudgingly moving toward the floor. I stood and stretched, my joints popping in protest from my early evening workout.
Apparently, I’d pushed myself a little too hard on my run today, but I’d needed it after my most recent nightmare.
Ignoring the pangs shooting up my legs, I pulled on a pair of jeans and my favorite boots and grabbed a sweater to cover my tank top. After a cursory glance in the mirror—I look presentable enough—I faced the male Omega filling up my doorway.
“Where am I going?” The words sounded petulant to my ears, making me wince.
Since when am I this moody, woe-is-me type?I wondered.
Since Lorcan,that whiny part of me replied.
I nearly rolled my eyes at myself. This was getting out of hand. I didn’t doangst. I just murdered the problem.
Except thisproblemwas proving difficult to kill.
Something that became increasingly clear as Fritz grabbed my hand to shadow us to the situation he’d said I’d needed to see.
