Page 111 of Gold Sector

I snort at that. “Sweetheart, keep this up and I’ll dress you in white-gold chains. Then you’ll learn a whole new definition of the termleash.”

Fuck, maybe that’s what she’s into.

She does want to go to Wes, after all.

“Let’s go,” I say, needing to put her somewhere so I can go for a long flight. “I’ll show you to your room.”

“Don’t you mean cell?” she counters.

I sigh. “It’ll certainly feel like a prison,” I admit.

Because I’ve just taken on the role of warden.

For a very bratty, very stubborn Omega Princess.

Why the fuck did I agree to this?

Oh, right. Political alliances.

Shit.

This is going to be the hardest assignment of my life, and not just because I’m dealing with a little hellion. But because that little hellion is wrapped up in a pretty pink package, one that smells like spring flowers after a rain.

Why I notice that, I don’t know.

But I’m not going to be like Oros and let an Omega’s alluring scent go to my knot.

Especially not this Omega’s.

Because this female is trouble.

When I take a mate, she’ll be docile and sweet. Not feisty and disobedient.

“As my brother said, welcome to Gold Sector,” I tell her as we enter the elevator. “My name is Onyx.” I meet her bold gaze. “But you can address me asAlphaorsir.”

Her eyes narrow. “How aboutAssholeinstead?”

I feel her try to ash again.

This time, I’m not gentle with myleash.

She gasps.

I growl.

And I walk her back into the elevator wall. “If you like monsters, I can be one, little hellion.” It’s a lie. I’d never harm an Omega. Especially not like Wes does.

But she doesn’t know that.

Nor does she realize I’ll never touch her against her will, hence the reason my hands are on the wall beside her head, not on her petite form.

“Your brother left you under my care,” I go on. “A mistake, honestly, since I despise your brother. So I suggest you don’t push me, little one, or you might not like the consequences.”

She doesn’t reply. But she doesn’t look away either.

After a beat, I pull back and select my floor.

Mari remains silent.

When I glance at her, I swear I see a slight sheen in her gaze. But it’s gone with a blink and replaced by a determined look.

She’s absolutely going to try to escape.

And I’m going to be forced to hunt her down.

Fuck. My. Life.