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“What were they doing?”
“What do the rich hate more than anything?” he asked, his voice taunting. “What they can’t control—what their money cannot fix. A sickness like a plague among them, and yet there is no cure outside… not outside of a scent-matched omega.”
Ice seeped into my blood as I stared at him. “A scent match?”
“Nature punishes alphas who dare defy her…” Vandle whispered. “So they turn on her, warping and butchering her and forcing her to break.”
I grabbed him by the shirt, trying to quell my panic.
Shatter was the Lincoln pack’s mate.
What was he talking about?
But Vandle was in a frenzy, lips drawn as he spat the words with madness. “They don’t want to wait for the cure that might never come—a scent-matched omega—a princess bond? That is a dice roll without the power they so dearly crave.”
My mind was racing.
“The experiments were for acure?” I asked.
“You,” Vandle hissed. “You are the cure.”
“For what?”
How serious was this sickness? How far would the Lincoln pack go to fix it?
Enough for them to gamble on an illegal fix…
There was a wide smile on Vandle’s face as he stared at me, but he said nothing.
“Tell. Me!”My pulse was erratic, panic choking me.
Something only a princess bond with a mate could fix…?
Shatter was about to reveal her scent to the Lincoln packtonight.
It might be too late already.
It was Decebal, in the end, who answered from behind me, his voice low and stunned.
“They were trying to cure aura sickness.”
FORTY
Aura Sickness:A phenomenon where an alpha’s aura begins to deteriorate until it vanishes entirely. An alpha without an aura loses the ability to forge pack bonds or omega bonds, leaving them strongly resembling betas. Traditional or dark bonds with a scent-matched omega have been known to cure aura sickness, with unreliable degrees of success. The only absolute cure for aura sickness is a princess bond with a scent-matched omega.
SHATTER
We almost went the whole ball without an interaction with the Lincoln pack.
I finally began to enjoy the evening. I people-watched with Roxy, letting her explain gossip and politics to me.
Ransom, to Dusk’s amusement, tuned in for Roxy’s explanations with more attention than he’d had for any of our studies this week, claiming he needed to catch up on politics.
I think I could face my classes after tonight.
Actually, I was sure I could.
“Are you still going to take Omega Studies?” I asked Roxy as we reached the snack table with napkins in hand.
