“That’s what many people call it when they sleep together during mating periods.”
“Yes, but…I didn’t realize that was a kink of yours.”
Sarang grunted. “What? Am I uncouth in your eyes now, Prince?”
“What are you talking about? When have I ever judged anyone for having kinks?”
“It’s time I did my duty as a fertile alpha,” Sarang announced, worried if they continued talking about the bedroom like this, he’d get hard and give his true feelings away. “Now that things are going smoothly on Glyph, I can settle down with an omega of my own and start a family.”
“A family?” Shiloh parroted. “When I was pregnant, you never once mentioned wanting a family.”
“Your baby wasn’t my baby.” Another lie, because to Sarang, that child would have been every bit as much his responsibility as it would have been Shiloh’s. He’d been prepared to step without any hesitation. “Besides, the baby was never real.”
“So you wantababy, but notmybaby?”
Sarang caught of a whiff of distressed omega pheromones, not very strong, but there, slowly filling the car. “Loh, calm down. Why are you upset?”
“Is that a joke?” His hands tightened noticeably on the steering wheel. “You just told me you fell for a stranger after one fuck, and now suddenly you’re dreaming of a white picket fence and children with this person.”
“Aren’t you planning on seeking out that alpha as well?” It was a mistake to bring that up. Not only did Sarang not want any more details on that matter, but it also seemed to piss Shiloh off even more.
“Do you want me to go to that alpha?”
“Yes.” No. Not even a little. In fact, every instinct within Sarang, both alpha and Gray, was telling him to pin Shiloh down, sink his teeth into his neck, and demand to know where that other man was so he could go skin him alive.
“Yes?” Shiloh pulled his gaze dangerously off the road, meeting Sarang’s eyes head on. “Yes?! You want me to go fuck another alpha?”
Sarang grimaced. “Don’t say it like that.”
“But that’s what you’re saying, isn’t it? You’re telling me to go spread my legs for someone else. That you won’t care if I take their cock and their teeth—” A horn honked in front of them and Shiloh cursed and swerved to avoid crashing into them. He straightened back in their lane and then swore again when his multi-slate went off.
Sarang thought he’d ignore it, but he didn’t.
“What?” he barked out as soon as he’d hit connect, Bishop’s voice coming through the speakers of the hovercar a split second later.
“You’re being tailed. Three cars, two on your left, one behind.” The Lefthand was clearly following them.
Why?
Had Shiloh invited him to the birthday party?
Wasn’t it just meant to be the two of them?
“There’s an underpass up ahead. I’ll lead them off to the side. Catch up as fast as you can,” Shiloh instructed, ending the call before Bishop could respond. It was obvious he was about to say something else to Sarang, but another vehicle slammed into their back left bumper suddenly.
Their car spun out then hit the guardrail and bounced back, sending them careening toward the opposite side where the ground slopped downward.
They tumbled down the hill, the car rolling, both of them grabbing onto anything they could, their talk of mating coming to a distinct end.
Chapter 8:
Gunshots exploded behind them as the two raced through side streets, sticking to the shadowy areas to avoid civilians and catching the attention of authorities. This wasn’t like Synastry where the government officials were all in mafia pockets, and they couldn’t risk causing a massive issue out in the open, especially when they didn’t know who it was that was after them.
The car had come to a stop at the bottom of a hill, across the road from a line of old shops, most of which had already closed for the evening. They’d have to check later for any security footage outside those businesses, but for now, were focused on escaping their pursuers.
Shiloh’s left shoulder was dislocated, but he left it, barely registering the pain as he led Sarang between alleyways, acting like he didn’t have a clue where they were going when of coursehe did. They’d just so happened to be attacked close to the “safehouse” he’d arranged.
The plan had been rather simple. A private party for the two of them at a fancy, fully reserved restaurant he knew Sarang had been interested in trying. The cake had been ordered, the menu decided, and Shiloh had been gearing up to confess that he was the omega from Den Night Sarang had spent the entire weekend inside.
