She often thought about that scent in her dreams, her mind linking it to Alpha Fare.
But he’s dead,I thought, frowning.She killed him.
Unless…
My lips curled down even more.
What if she only thought he was dead?
Vampires were notoriously hard to kill. Severing their heads was one way to do it, but the oldest ones, the most powerful ones, could regenerate.
“Did Kyra burn Alpha Fare’s remains?” I asked, cutting off whatever Cillian had just been asking.
Everyone stared at me.
“Quinnlynn. Did Kyra burn Alpha Fare’s remains after she killed him?” I repeated again, adding a little more to my question.
“I…” She blinked. “I don’t know. I just know she beheaded him.”
Shit. I’d never thought to ask, as I’d just assumed she knew for sure he was dead.
But now her nightmares took on a new meaning.
What if they weren’t just relics of her past? What if the vampire had been dreamwalking? It was a rare trait, but vampire skills varied across bloodlines. Some could teleport. Some couldn’t. Some could compel their victims. Others couldn’t.
And some could dreamwalk.
“Fuck,” I muttered, picking up Fritz. “I need to check the security feeds.”
Because if I was right, then Kyra wasn’t in the Sanctuary at all.
She’d been taken.
Which would explain why I couldn’t hear her now.
Because an ancient vampire was blocking our ability to communicate.
An ancient vampire Kyra had thought was dead.
An ancient vampire who was likely hell-bent on revenge.
An ancient vampire who has taken my Omega mate…
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
KYRA
“Spread your legs, Omega.”The deep tone compelled me to comply, my limbs parting against my will.
Just like I’d stripped when he’d told me to.
Climbed into this bed on his command.
Lain downbecause he’d whispered the words.
Everything I’d done since arriving here had been a result of coercion. I had no choice. No free will. No ability to fight back.
He’d suffocated my senses so entirely that I almost couldn’t even focus on my surroundings. I knew I was in a bedroom. I knew it was dark.
