Page 179 of Eclipse Sector
She’d spent her entire life hiding behind shields without ever realizing that was a special talent, not just a normal skill. It didn’t surprise me at all how easily she’d embraced this extension of her power. She was a natural. Intelligent.Beautiful.
Power hummed between us as she worked, her mind so focused on Granger that she didn’t seem to notice anything else. Not the grunts or groans of the Alphas as Kieran began walking around and killing them one by one—with his hands.
Not the shudders of the observing crowd.
Not the rumble of Kieran’s growl as he exuded his strength and reminded every V-Clan wolf present of just what he could do.
Not the fire that ignited to start burning their bodies.
Nothing.
Just Granger.
Yet Granger wasveryaware of the death surrounding him, his future lurking on the wind.
He was going to die. But Kieran wouldn’t be the one killing him. That pleasure would be mine, just as soon as I dug every piece of information from his mind that I could.
There,Ivana thought at me, her head against my shoulder.He’s ready.
Thank you, macushla.I rolled my neck, then met Granger’s gaze.Time to get to work.
Granger gritted his teeth, his mind instantly trying to battle my intrusion. But Ivana kept his power at bay while I delved deep into the recesses of his mind, searching for anything useful.
I found the day he first met Tadhg. Their friendship had formed over their mutual agreement that Omegas should be property, not mates. At first, Tadhg didn’t use Granger. It wasn’tuntil much later when Granger went to him one night to share what Cael and Grey were up to, how they suspected Tadhg of taking Grey’s sister.
Tadhg had denied it at first.
But Granger hadn’t believed him.
Rather than report back to Cael—where his loyalty should have fucking lain—he’d kept feeding updates to Tadhg. He’d wanted Tadhg to take him on as an Elite because he’d stupidly believed that Tadhg would give him more power.
No, not just power.
Omegas.
There weren’t many in Lunar Sector, and those who were there were very much under Cael’s protection. Granger knew he’d never be given one to play with. Because Cael believed in mate bonds and giving Omegas a choice.
Granger was disgusted by the concept.
And jealous that Dixon received favoritism, too. Favoritism as Cael’s brother, even though he was clearly the weaker Elite.
I snorted at that last discovery. Granger didn’t understand the meaning ofweak; otherwise, he would have known just how wrong his assumption was. Granger considered himself to be superior because of his mental abilities. While yes, his talent was impressive, how he chose to use that talent marked him as the weakest of men.
Alphas shouldn’t take from those they saw as weaker than them; Alphas shouldprotectthose who needed it.
And Omegas weren’t weak or meant to be owned. They were powerful, something Ivana proved time and again.
But I didn’t comment on any of that in Granger’s mind, just continued processing his thoughts and experiences.
As I’d already discerned, he didn’t know anything useful about the shadow organization, just that it existed. He’d beenwaiting for Tadhg to invite him to the table, hoping for a reward for all his insider information sharing.
Pathetic, I muttered, then continued digging.
Hours seem to pass as I went through every aspect of his mind, searching for whatever he knew about Ashlyn. About how she’d interfered.
When I finally found it, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
The little psychic had been waiting in Sylvia’s room when he and Tadhg had shadowed in to begin their attack.
