But no male Alpha.
“Of course you’re not here,” I muttered, checking his bedroom and the bath area. “Why would you be easily found? It’s not like your intended mate needs you or anything.”
Unless he’d chased her off.
I still wasn’t entirely convinced Quinn had chosen him, even with all the obvious evidence.
Because what Omega in her right mind would take an Alpha? All they ever wanted was a vessel to knot.
“And breed,” I grumbled aloud.
Although, Alpha Fare had never wanted that from me. He’d just desired a toy he could share with all his friends.
I swallowed, my mind instinctively shoving memories ofhiminto a mentally fortified box—one that seemed to constantly open at the most inopportune times.
Like right now while pacing an Alpha Prince’s quarters.
Over a century had passed since I’d killed Alpha Fare, and yet he still managed to torture me. “Asshole,” I hissed.
“Hello to you, too,” a deep voice drawled in response, causing me to spin toward the entryway of Kieran’s suite.
A muscular male leaned against the door frame, his head only a few inches shy of the top. Definitely an Alpha. Stealthy, too. With a hint of a lethal aura.
But this isn’t Kieran.
No. I’m Cillian,the male replied, his masculine tone easily entering my mind as he arched one perfectly sculpted brow.And you are?
I narrowed my gaze. “Get out of my head.” The words left me on a low growl, my fingers flexing with an intrinsic reach for my blade.
I’d never met a V-Clan wolf with telepathic abilities, but I knew several vampires who could enter the minds of others.Alphas like Fare.
“That’s a rather long name,” Cillian murmured as he pushed away from the door to step inside. “Care to provide a nickname?”
My jaw ticked. I’d spent the last century working hard to avoid Kieran and his twoElites. All three Alpha Princes were notoriously lethal. They were also known for their lack of mercy, something Cillian’s impatient expression only seemed to accentuate now.
“I’ll provide my name to Prince Kieran,” I informed him flatly. “Where is he?”
Cillian paused midstep, his dark irises running over me and lingering on my boot long enough to suggest he knew I had a weapon hiding there. Then he met my gaze once more. “Prince Kieran is currently indisposed. But I’ll happily show you to a holding cell where you can wait for his return, if you’d like.”
My lips curled. “I think I’ll wait here.”
“I don’t believe I offered that as an option.”
“I don’t believe I requested options,” I countered. “Just an audience with your pack leader.”
His lips twitched. “I’m not sure the future Blood Sector King would appreciate being referred to as thepack leader.”
“Then what do you call him? Sire? Sir? Master?”
“Cousin,” a new voice inserted from right behind me.
I spun around in response, only to find my hip caught in a firm grip as an Alpha with impossibly black eyes stared down at me from a severely high height. His dark hair fell over his tanned forehead, the unkempt length tickling his ears as he canted his head ever so slightly to the side.
“Hmm,” he hummed, his gaze assessing.
I waited for him to say something else, but he didn’t. Instead, he merely observed me in silence, his aura leaving me uncomfortable in a way I couldn’t define.
It wasn’t oppressive or suffocating, and yet, I felt trapped. Ensnared. Incapable of movement.
