Page 21 of Venom Island
They do,I think, agreeing with her.If Enrique’s bad, the others wouldn’t be so friendly with him.
But knowing he’s from here does make me a little uneasy.Did he know my Alpha?I wonder.
Of course, he did,I realize in the next instant.Enrique knew my Alpha’s name, and he told me he’s dead.
He didn’t seem all that upset about the loss, though. So maybe they weren’t friends, just acquaintances.
“Well, I don’t trust him,” the first X-Clan Omega says with a flip of her long brown hair.
“Same,” the other agrees.
Guðrún shrugs. “His intentions feel safe to me.” Her nose crinkles after she says it, like she’s surprised by her own words.But then she glances at me and adds, “He seems very fond of you.”
Hel snorts. “Because she’s about to go into heat.”
I blink. “What?”
“You can’t feel it?” she asks me.
“She said she’s never gone into heat before,” Paige interjects. “So she wouldn’t know what it feels like. Not only that, but our estrous cycles are individualized, which means we all go into heat at our own pace.”
Wendy nods. “Yes, that. I assume that’s why the Alphas are trying to get us all to a sector sooner rather than later. Odds are high that at least one of us will be going into heat soon, and they want to protect us.”
“Or breed you,” one of the unnamed Omegas mutters. “That’s why I want to go home.”
“Same,” the other echoes.
Paige’s gaze narrows. “Well, I have no interest in returning to Cusco Sector.”
The other two females scoff and huddle together. I don’t know if they knew each other before coming here or if they met in their group. Regardless, they seem to be bonded by similarity.
Ignoring them, I think about what Hel said regarding my heat.
I don’t feel any different.
Well, that’s not true.
I feel satisfied. Full.Hydrated.That was certainly different from my norm.
“What sort of changes…” I trail off as movement catches my gaze to the right.
Elias and another Alpha are walking toward us; Enrique is nowhere in sight.
Goose bumps pebble down my arms, the Alpha with Elias exuding a dominant air that makes it impossible to meet his gaze. He’s powerful. In charge. And commands attention.
“All right,” he says, his voice gruff. “We’ve been able to make arrangements for most of you to go where you’ve requested.” He pulls out a clipboard and starts reading. “Hel, Alpha Ragnar is expecting you in Savage Sector.”
Hel perks up at that, her blue gaze bright. “You spoke to my brother?”
The Alpha glances up. “No. Alpha Dušan was able to pull some strings. Savage Sector isn’t all that accessible, but we’ve found a way to make this work for you.”
She nods.
He continues by addressing the two unnamed Omegas—FarahandLatya, I learn—and tells them he’s not been successful in contacting their Alpha. “You’re going to Norse Sector for now. Alpha Alana is going to take over trying to reach your home sector.”
The two females share a look, uncertainty written on their faces.
But the Alpha doesn’t give them room to debate or make further requests, he simply tells them they need to go join a group across the field.
