Page 10 of Venom Island
Elias’s eyebrows lift a little in surprise, but he quickly masks it with a nod. “I don’t know if we have open connections with him, but Ander has a contact in that region—Shadowland Sector—that he can lean on. We’ll make it happen.”
He looks at Paige. “I… I don’t want to go back to Cusco Sector.”
Not a surprising response. Cusco Sector isn’t much better than Bariloche Sector.
“As I said, you’re welcome in Andorra Sector. We also have Alphas in Norse Sector and Winter Sector who would be willing to take you in, if you prefer,” Elias tells her before looking at Guðrún.
She says nothing for a long moment, then quietly tells him, “There’s no place that’s safe for a Vampire Omega.”
“Maybe Kieran can help with this one?” I suggest.
Elias grimaces but concedes with a muttered “Maybe.”
V-Clan wolves are similar to vampires in that they need to drink blood and prefer the night. Vampire Omegas are also compatible with V-Clan Alphas. So there’s that benefit as well.
But yeah, I very much understand Elias’s reluctance to reach out to Kieran. The V-Clan Alphas are exceptionally powerful, almost frighteningly so.
“What about you?” Elias asks, his attention falling on my silent little treasure.
She’s been quietly observing the whole conversation, her beautiful black eyes glittering with intelligence. When I found her in that cage, I mistook her for being meek. But she’s not. She’s calm, collected, and very aware.
“My name is Caja,” she says. “I’ve always been destined for Bariloche Sector, so I’m not sure where else to go.”
“What do you mean, you were always destined for Bariloche Sector?” I ask her before Elias has a chance to respond.This little treasure is mine, I think, my wolf growling inside me in agreement.
Elias isn’t a threat.
I know that.
But I don’t want him questioning this Omega.
She’s mine to question. Mine to protect. Just…mine.
I don’t care if we just met. Her scent calls to me. Her beauty.Her eyes.
Eyes that remind me of black fire as she gazes up at me now. “My Alpha always said I would end up here. That’s been my primary purpose since birth—to be traded once I came of age.”
My jaw clenches, the notion that this beautiful Omega was only worth her value as a Bariloche Sector trade grating on my nerves. “What sector is your Alpha from?” I ask, doing my best to soften my tone and swallow my mounting rage.
She starts to reply, then stops and asks, “Will I go back there?”
“No,” I answer immediately.But I may visit and kill your Alpha, I think darkly.
“Oh. Then… then does it matter?”
“Yes,” I say without hesitation. Because the more I’m thinking about it, the more I want to destroy whoever dared to trade away this gorgeous little treasure. “Who gave you to Carlos?”
Her full bottom lip disappears between her teeth as she considers how to reply. “Alpha Bautista.”
My wolf snarls inside, echoing the fury simmering through my veins.
Because I was wrong.
This female is from Bariloche Sector.
Perhaps not from the central part of the territory, but the outskirt lands under Carlos’s former protection.
Bautista is—was—a sadistic asshole who lived about a hundred miles from here in a run-down village where he managed distribution for Carlos’s Omega slave trade.
