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I can only imagine the horrors she experienced in Obsidian Sector, otherwise known as the infamous land of genetic experimentation.
“You’ll need to ensure I can take a knot.” She utters the words with resigned conviction, like she’s accepted her fate and isn’t afraid of it.
Except I can smell her fear.
“You’ve been evaluated before?” I guess aloud, my voice holding a note of disgust to it. Not because she’sbeen knotted before, but because she was very likely knotted against her will.
Her lashes flutter as her eyes open, a pretty blush stealing over her cheeks. “No, I’m untouched.” She glances toward me, then freezes upon meeting my gaze.
Midnight, I think, admiring the color of her irises.A black sky dotted with silver stars.
Flames, I’ve never seen eyes like hers. So illustrious. So unique. So fucking beautiful.
“Are you here to knot me, Alpha?” she asks, her voice tinged with a breathy quality that almost suggests she’s interested.
Yet beneath that breathy sound was a tremor of terror, telling me everything I need to know about this situation.
“No,” I inform her, instantly snapping into my protector role. “I don’t fuck unwilling women.”
She flinches, her glorious eyes leaving mine as she looks away in shame. “I’m sorry for displeasing you, Alpha.”
Fuck. My tone clearly conveyed my displeasure, but it wasn’t for the reasons she thought.
Shaking my head, I start toward her and reach for the cloak at my back. The gold automatically releases it, my mind controlling the metal just as easily as I control my steps.
Taliana’s hypnotic gaze flies to me when I’m less than a foot away, her body stiffening like she anticipates some sort of punishment.
But all I do is drape the black fabric over her exposed body.
“I don’t know what you’ve been told, but the Alphas of Gold Sector value consent,” I say. “We cherish our Omegas here, and we certainly don’t punish them.”
Unless it’s for fun.
However, I don’t add that last bit out loud, as I doubt this female would understand that kind of kink.
She says nothing, probably because she’s breathing too hard to speak.
No wonder Savan was in a state, I think, my own dragon pacing angrily inside me. I tasked Onyx with talking to her father. However, I’m absolutely taking that task back. Because I have questions.
Starting withWho the fuck hurt your daughter?
Because if it was him, I would kill him without hesitation.
I meant what I said—Omegas are cherished here.
Oh, we have a reputation to the contrary, our missions of stealing Omegas from other sectors renowned throughout the world.
But we only take Omegas who need to be rescued.
And then we help them heal.
The other Drakonian sectors are all aware of our purpose here, which means Keegan knows that as well. So perhaps that’s why he brought his daughter here—because he knows she needs to be saved.
So why not start with that?I wonder, admiring the female’s slender throat.
“Do you want a Drakonian mate?” I ask her, curious as to whether or not she’s actually here willingly. “Or is your father forcing you to be here?”
CHAPTER THREE
