This female enjoyed inflicting pain.
While that might be intriguing on some levels, I hadn’t stayed alive this long just to be seduced by the prospect of a sensual death.
He’s coming,Cillian informed me as he joined us in the office.
Kieran’s scent tickled my nose in the next instant, the source of it coming from my bedroom. Given that we were the same size and stature, I assumed that meant my cousin had shadowed in there to borrow a pair of pants. He’d probably been out for a run with his wolf, likely to help expel some of his aggression.
I started toward my office door, suddenly feeling the need to assess my cousin’s emotional state. It wouldn’t do any of us any good if he aggressively approached the Omega in my study. She was an unknown threat. An ancient Omega with untold powers.
An Alpha killer.
And I really didn’t want to set her off in my den. Not when I wasn’t sure how well I could keep her contained.
Kieran met me at the entryway to my study, his dark eyes meeting and holding mine.
Most wolves would cower in response, the urge to submit inherent in his presence. But my age and power rivaled his, just like Cillian’s did, making it nearly impossible to look away.
Cillian and I followed Kieran because we wanted to, not because we had to.
My cousin gave me a searching look while I quickly evaluated his mood. He didn’t ask any questions or demand that I move; he simply stared at me with a hint of curiosity in his expression.
Good enough for me,I decided, moving out of his way and revealing the Omega sitting at my desk.
He sauntered into the room with a fluidlike grace that suggested his wolf was still very much near the surface. His attention went to the vial first, his nostrils flaring before he scanned Kyra from head to toe.
“Where is she?” he demanded, not bothering with any pleasantries.
Fortunately, Kyra seemed to share his impatience. “At the Sanctuary,” she replied without hesitation.
I moved closer to Kieran, my focus entirely on the lethal Omega seated before us. Her mention ofthe Sanctuarysuggested she was telling the truth about her friendship with Quinnlynn, as Quinnlynn had also previously mentioned the term to Kieran.
And he’d shared the details with me and Cillian.
That was the location Quinnlynn had promised to take Kieran to earlier this week. Alas, she’d betrayed him and escaped instead.
“Tell me where that is. Right now.” Kieran’s tone brooked no argument, his Alpha status clear.
“I can’t. You need to drink that first.” She pointed a sharpened nail at the vial on the desk. “But I’ll warn you—I’m not sure it’ll work.”
Kieran frowned. “Work for what?”
“Work for breaking through the barrier spell on the island. It requires you to be fully mated, but I’m hoping we can trick it by having her blood in your system.” She pushed away from the desk and stood. “So drink up. Then I’ll take you to her.”
Oh, fuck that.I stepped forward, my hand going to Kieran’s shoulder. Because no. That was absolutely not going to happen.
“Why would I go anywhere with you?” he demanded. “I know all about your penchant for killing Alphas, Kyra. And I’m not about to become your next victim.”
I assume that means he confirmed that Quinnlynn knows her?I guessed, my words for Cillian.
He wasn’t surprised by her presence, so I interpreted it as a known familiarity.
Hmm.
Kyra’s lips curled into a feline-like grin that matched her eyes. “I only kill Alphas who deserve it, Kieran. Have you done something to earn my wrath?”
“I don’t know,” Kieran replied. “Have I?”
“You’re starting to.” She prowled toward him, her movements sleek and alluring, underlining her reputation as a seductive little killer. “Your intended mate is injured and going into heat. If you continue to choose not to help her, then yeah, you’re going to earn my wrath.”
