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Making my way to the downstairs library, I slip into the back corner, where I push the third book on the second to the top shelf until there’s a slight click. Very old-school haunted house type of trick. Andrik and I stumbled upon a forgotten set of blueprints in here during our first season, giving us secret insights into the mansion.
As soon as I enter, I pull a hidden lever on the wall, and the bookcase slides into place once more. None the wiser. It’s pitch black in the narrow stairwell, but I don’t need to see in order to find the top. It leads right to the omega corridor. The stairs flow upward in an intricate spiral so they fit in such a narrow area. Every so often I walk through cobwebs, something I didn’t think about before coming in here. Seems like no one has been through here in a while. Who knows if anyone but us even knows this exists.
When I reach the top, I listen quietly before finding the peephole. It would’ve been too extra if it lined up with a painting and you were looking out of where the eyes are. No, the small holes are placed behind a marble statue.
Seeing the coast is clear, I pull the lever, allowing the wall to swing inward. Once again, I close the secret passageway by pressing a wooden button in the decorative molding lining the wall. The white wood paneling appears to be intricately carved, an obvious feature from when the manor was first built.
Taking deep breaths, I carefully walk down the hallway, searching for which room the omega is staying in. My actions scream that I’m a hypocrite. Saying I want nothing to do with an omega out of one side of my mouth, and yet here I am, desperately needing to know if she’s okay. It grates at me feeling this way. I shouldn’t care. And yet, something deep inside demands to know she’s safe, especially after the way that damn cameraman treated her.
About halfway down the hall, I finally catch the faint trace of her sweet pears hanging in the air. The mere thought of her being close calms some of the urgency in me. I step closer to the door and listen, wanting to catch a hint of what she might be up to.
Nothing could have prepared me for the moan of her pleasure, which is followed by the slight slapping of skin coming together. Fucking hell. I warned the beta not to do anything stupid.
And this is fucking stupid.
He’s gambling with his life. There’s nothing the council enjoys more than controlling an omega. And making sure they don’t mate with a beta is at the top of that list. Why you may ask? I’d like to know the answer to that as well. They never say, only that it’s a law, especially when the omega isn’t bonded to a pack already. The only way around it is for the chosen pack to agree for the beta to join them, but with how territorial alphas are, it rarely ever happens.
The entire system is messed up. An omega should be able to find a pack based on who she’s drawn to the most. Not dictated by a society that’s mostly made up of betas—people who don’t know what it’s like to be ridden constantly by baser instincts. Some of which are out of our control.
They aren’t as affected by scents. They don’t go through ruts or heats, and they sure as shit don’t have to resist the urge to command everyone around them to do as they say at any sign of disobedience. Or the primal need to protect our omegas at any hint of a threat.
As much as I don’t want to listen to the omega being pounded by her beta lover, I also can’t stand the idea of what will happen if they’re caught. Not knowing how long it will be until they’re finished, I lean against the doorjamb, crossing my arms in front of me.
Why can’t I hate her like all the other omegas I’ve encountered? Not only am I forced into action to verify she’s safe for my own peace of mind, I stand up for her during the interview on the flight here. Now I’m outside her room, listening to her sweet sounds as the beta fucks her harder and harder, the evidence of their coupling echoing through the door.
It’s going to drive me fucking mad.
I tamp down the urge to storm in there and see her for myself. Instead, I close my eyes and lean my head against the wood, imagining the slightly pink color of her skin, flushed from being so turned on, especially if her raging perfume is any indication. It’s become so much stronger than when I first got here. Her gorgeous sea-colored eyes—blue with a hint of green—darkened with desire. I bet her head is thrown back in pleasure as she writhes beneath him.
My jaw clenches and I tuck my hands into my pockets to keep from using them for something I shouldn’t do in the hallway. I need a long, cold shower after this, and something heavy duty to get her scent out of my nostrils. As it is now, her pears are clinging to me, and the smallest part of my alpha nature recoils at the prospect of getting rid of it. I have to be strong. I can’t—
My thoughts are cut off when Verity screams her release, the goddamn beta joining her moments after. Thank fuck. I don’t know how much more of this I could take. Especially when it sounds like she’s having the time of her life. Of course, I’m glad she’s enjoying it, but I don’t think they’ve thought through the repercussions of their actions if anyone were to find out and report it. Like I’m supposed to.
I won’t because fuck the council’s rules on people’s personal lives, but not everyone feels the same way as I do. Faintly, I hear them murmuring, then nothing. They must be sleeping.
Good. I’ve got to get out of here.
With Verity’s pears adhering to my pores, I flee down the hallway, completely lost in thought. What’s wrong with me? Being an enforcer, I’ve been around plenty of omegas before, but none like Verity, whose quiet defiance and scent are almost enough to bring me to my knees before her. Fuck. I need to take that shower right fucking now.
“Jedrik?” a grating female voice calls and I freeze, coming back to myself. For some reason, I didn’t think to take the secret passage back and now I’m in the common room of the omega wing. I slowly turn to face Mrs. Violet. Her features are pinched in curiosity, but I see the gleam underneath. She thinks she’s going to catch some juicy gossip since there are cameras posted all throughout this room, unlike in the omega suite area. It’s illegal for the show to film the bedrooms, which I’m glad for. “What are you doing here?”
“Checking the security measures,” I respond quickly, the lie flowing right off my tongue. She narrows her glare in suspicion, but decides not to say anything. That woman, well, the whole show really, has been trying to find out how Andrik and I used to show up in random places when the cameras never caught it.
Someone, somewhere, was looking out when the cameras were installed. There isn’t a single one that’s pointing at the secret passageways.
Thankfully, she buys it and sighs, waving a hand to shoo me out. She doesn’t have to tell me twice.
Chapter 11
Verity
The resounding bang of a fist knocking on a wooden door echoes through the room, jolting me out of the most peaceful sleep I can remember. I sit, blinking the sleep from my eyes as I peer around the room in confusion. A split second later, Ryland springs up too, his arm moving from my lap where it fell when I sat up.
Another bang comes from the door, and I glance at Ry. Doing a double take, I find his naked chest—save for his ancient coin necklace he’s never taken off—at the same time his gaze lands on my bare breasts and his eyes widen.
Oh. Shit.
Both of us are stark naked, not a shred of clothes in sight. Memories of last night come crashing down on me like a curtain falling open. The ecstasy Ry gave me, the complete and whole feeling I got being with him, the feel of his skin against mine, the way he felt inside me, reminding me of the delicious burn between my thighs. I could’ve chalked it up to being a glorious dream if it weren’t for the proof of our shared ecstasy in front of my very eyes.
