Page 7 of Venom Island
“The X-Clan Omegas who can heal on their own don’t need to go to Andorra Sector,” Ander says, addressing Kaz’s question regarding the healthier Omegas. “In fact, I would prefer them to go elsewhere. It’ll make this less complicated. Can you take any in Winter Sector?”
“If they’re willing, yes,” Kaz replies.
Ander nods. “We can give them a choice—Andorra Sector, Winter Sector, or Norse Sector. Because they can’t stay here.”
“What about the Omegas who aren’t X-Clan wolves?” I wonder out loud, glancing back at the group where I left my little Omega treasure.
“We’ll need to reach out to some allies to provide them with options,” Ander replies.
Kaz grunts. “Good luck finding a vampire ally.”
I snort, agreeing with him.
Vampire Alphas are fucking terrifying.
“Too bad Kieran didn’t stick around to help with that one,” Kaz adds.
“Or anything else,” Sven mutters as he joins our little circle. He looks nothing like his brother Ander. Sven is blond with light eyes, while Ander has dark hair and golden eyes. Sven also appears to be a bit less dominant than his older brother, yet no less intimidating.
Elias is the last one to round out our group, the five of us having led the attack against the former Alpha of Bariloche Sector.
Well, technically, we had help from a few V-Clan wolves.
But Kieran and his two Elites fucked off the moment they found what they wanted in Carlos’s estate, leaving the rest of us to clean up the mess.
I suppose it’s only fair. This is X-Clan territory, after all. And most of the Omegas in Carlos’s dungeons were of X-Clan origin.
Including my little treasure, I think, looking at her once more.
This time I catch her staring at me, her almond-shaped eyes striking even from a distance.
Ander and Sven begin discussing flight logistics, talking about who will be going where, while I hold the pretty Omega’s gaze. It takes her a few beats to lower her eyes, causing my wolf to stir inside me. We like strong Omegas, ones who are not afraid to challenge our authority.
Upon first meeting, I would say this one isn’t the type to challenge me at all.
But now… now I’m not so sure.
“All right, that just leaves us with the uninjured, non-X-Clan Omegas,” Ander says, drawing my focus back to him. Because now he’s talking about my little treasure’s group.
Although, she’s an X-Clan Omega.
Which means he’ll be offering her a pick of sectors.
I wonder where she’ll prefer to go?I muse.Where is she even from?
Because she’s not a Bariloche Sector Omega. I would recognize her if she were, since I grew up here.
“I’ll start making calls, but I need some details, like names, how they ended up here, and if they have any preferences on where to go,” Ander goes on. “Elias?”
“On it,” the Andorra Sector’s second-in-command drawls.
“I’ll help,” I offer, wanting something to do that doesn’t involve thinking about my brother and his catatonic mate.
“You don’t want to accompany your twin back to Andorra Sector?” Ander asks, arching a dark brow. “He’ll be on the first flight out, which is leaving in ten minutes.”
They knocked my brother out with some hefty tranquilizers after we found him in a rabid state inside his cell. Unfortunately, those drugs won’t last long. And my brother needs immediate treatment.
Just like a handful of other Alphas who’d been imprisoned with my brother, and several badly injured Omegas—including my twin’s mate, Savi.
