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“There are very few Alphas in existence who rival me in power. One of those Alphas is Kieran, Quinnlynn MacNamara’schosenmate.” His gaze searched the crowd while he spoke, addressing our audience instead of me. “Kieran would never use his talents to harm an Omega, and neither would I.”
He held out his hands then, his focus returning to me.
“I’ll hold back my magic, Kyra. But I won’t attack first. Your move.”
CHAPTEREIGHT
LORCAN
How the helldid I end up here? In the middle of a sparring ring surrounded by Omegas while mymateforeshadowed my untimely demise with her eyes?
Oh, right. The petite Z-Clan Omega had interrupted my perimeter sweep and asked me to show her and her friends some self-defense moves.
Which had led to Kyra showing up and throwing a mountain of resentment at my feet.
Resentment I didn’t deserve.
But it was resentment I’d accept if it helped heal her wounded soul.
Fuck, Cillian is never going to let me live this down,I thought as Kyra began to prowl around me.If he were in my shoes right now, he’d just lock this fiery Omega up in a cage for eternity. Yet here I am, indulging in this silly game.
She didn’t want me to use my powers because she thought it would even the playing field between us.
It wouldn’t.
My powers aided my Alpha status; they didn’t define it.
Kyra shadowed to my back, her stealth powers igniting. From what her mind told me, that talent was supposed to diminish her scent and make her hard to track.
But my wolf could still smell her just fine.
Spiced blood oranges.
It was an aroma that had started to infiltrate my dreams. We were linked now, for better or for worse. And that made me incredibly in tune with her movements.
She’d told me not to use my powers. She hadn’t said anything about not tapping into our connection. Of course, I couldn’t turn that off any better than she could.
Pain lanced across my back as her blade struck my bare skin, the superficial wound making my wolf purr inside. He’d liked that little bit of foreplay far too much.
“Oh, sorry,” Kyra said, shadowing in front of me. “Did you also want a weapon?”
I stared down at her impassively. “You wanted a realistic demonstration. So no, I don’t want a weapon. Alphas attack Omegas because they want to conquer and rut them, not maim or accidentally kill them.”
“Say that to the nearly extinct Z-Clan Omegas,” Kyra muttered.
“Z-Clan Alphas are feral maniacs who pride themselves on ripping apart anyone beneath them in power,” I retorted. “And they do so with theirclaws, Kyra. Not weapons.”
Ashlyn winced out of the corner of my eye, making me instantly apologetic for my crass summary of her former pack.
I didn’t know her history, but I suspected it was gruesome.
And I’d just summarized it without a hint of remorse.
Fuck. This was why I avoided Omegas. I didn’t have the tenderness to handle situations like this. I also didn’t have the desire.
I led through means of protection, not by offering emotional support.
Swallowing, I faced Ashlyn, an apology forming on my lips.
