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"The women who aren't found to be omegas are sent to Havenmoor," I agreed. "Their memories are altered, so they don't remember the sisters who accompanied them. They're told those women died or, the gods knows what else."
"How can they tell if they are omegas or not?" Khala asked, but I suspected she knew the answer.
"The way they respond to an alpha's touch," I said, my eyes on hers.
"This is bullshit," Zared said. "Even if omegas are real, there's no way Khala could be one." He didn't look as certain as he sounded.
"I can prove it," I said softly. "If Khala wants proof."
She may need time to process all of this. I wouldn't push her, but the sooner she accepted who she was, and what she was, the better.
She closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, she nodded.
"I need to know."
I stood and gestured for her to do the same. I closed the distance between us, although being this close to her almost set my body on fire.
"Once the amethyst is removed from an omega, the body's natural urges assert themselves strongly for the first heat. Many omegas have their first heat at around sixteen. Those extra couple of years allow it to build up. The first time will be intense. The lead up to that will be only slightly less so."
"Can I ignore it?" she asked. "I've been aroused before and not acted on it."
I smiled at her naïveté. "No, you can't ignore your heat. At this stage, you can't suppress it again, either. Afterwards, yes, but not now. And…" This was the part she might not want to hear. "An alpha can't ignore it either."
I raised my hand and brushed it lightly over her cheek. Touching her was like thrusting my hand into an open fire. Every part of me was hot, like my blood turned to lava. Not even the High Lord of Winter could ignore heat like this.
I ran my hand down the side of her face, to her neck and over her throat.
She half closed her eyes and moaned softly.
"You feel that?" I whispered. "It's more than desire. It's pure need. To touch and to be touched. To mate."
She trembled under my hand. Her lips parted. Her breath was only slightly slower than a pant. She murmured her agreement. She felt it too.
In that moment, I could have done anything to her. I could have had her. Made her mine. My body wanted that. Ached for it. Ached for her.
I lowered my hand and stepped away from her. Gods, that was difficult. Like cutting off my own limb.
She opened her eyes and looked back at me. Clearly she was thinking the same thing.
"That was what I felt when you touched my leg in the forest."
"That was when I knew you were an omega. I suspected, but I wasn't sure until then. I knew you had to come with us."
"So you can fuck her?" Zared was on his feet, hurt and outrage on his face. As much as I wanted to dislike him, that must have been difficult for him to watch.
"That isn't what this is about," I said. "By the time we found you, it was too late. She's going to go into heat, whether any of us like it or not. If I could, I'd find a room full of amethyst and put her in it until she was ready to decide for herself. The fact of the matter is, she will go into heat and I will be there. Trust me, there are worse alternatives out there."
If I said so myself.
"There are plenty of alternatives," Zared said.
"You?" I scoffed. "You're a beta. What she needs can only be satisfied by an alpha. That's not arrogance, it's a fact."
"What about them?" Zared waved a hand towards Vayne and Tavian.
"Also not alphas," I said evenly. "For what it's worth, I've considered magical alternatives, but there are none. Short of locking her in a room and letting her ride it out by herself, this is the only way." Before he could say that was a viable option, I continued, "Have you considered asking her what she wants?"
For some reason, he didn't seem to appreciate the suggestion, but he turned to her.
