Page 42 of Venom Island
“Here, obviously,” he drawls, his brown gaze sweeping over me. “It’s where Carlos sends everyone who opposes him.”
“But they’ve never arrived via a rocket before,” Xavier adds, suspicion coloring his tone.
“It’s a jet,” I correct him. “From Andorra Sector.”
One black brow lifts. “From Andorra Sector?” he repeats.
I unfold my arms. “If you search the remains, I’m sure you’ll find something that confirms where it’s from.”
He says nothing, just continues to study me.
“Why do you smell like an Omega?” Francesca asks, having moved closer to me without me realizing it. She’s only a few feet away now, her lithe form more catlike than wolflike.
Philippe steps forward, his nose twisting. “It’s the same scent I caught on the beach.”
“Matches the one on the jet, too. But there were more on the jet,” Xavier says, taking a step forward. “You’d better start talking, Enrique.”
“Or what?” I challenge, my wolf snarling inside.
Xavier might be an impressive Alpha, one who almost bested Carlos, but I’ve grown since we last met. I’m strong. And I won’t go down easily.
Especially with Caja in the balance.
“There are over thirty Alphas on this island from Bariloche Sector,” Francesca interjects, her startling sentence causing my eyes to widen as I return my attention back to her.
“What?” I gape at her. “How is that even possible?”
“A lot of Alphas opposed him,” Philippe says, sounding bored. “But you never fell into that category,General.”
I snort. “You were a general, too.” At least until he fell for an Omega and tried to claim her.
His eyes narrow. “Why did he send you here?”
“Maybe he bit one of the Omegas?” Francesca suggests. “That would explain why he smells like one.”
“Let him answer,” Xavier interjects, his stance widening as his folded arms flex across his chest.
He’s a big Alpha.
Bigger than me.
But his little muscle display doesn’t intimidate me.
“Tell us why you’re here,” he says, reiterating Philippe’s question. Only, Xavier’s version of it is underlined in unquestionable demand.
There’s no way I’m going to best the three of them together, not if they choose to attack me.
I may be able to outrun them, though.
But then I can’t return to Caja. And she needs me.
Gods, she’s on the verge of her heat. I’m surprised these three can’t smell it. Maybe it’s just ingrained in my nose, her presence claiming my very soul before I’ve even had a chance to bite her.
Because she’s mine,I think, my eyes closing as I inhale deeply.
When I open them again, Francesca is just a foot away, her eyes nearly level with mine due to her impressive height.
“Just answer the question, Riq.” She infuses a gentle note in her tone, one I’ve only ever heard her use in the bedroom. It’s seductive.
