Page 23 of Gold Sector

Sheila, she told me.

A female Omega.

With a female Beta.

I didn’t know that was possible. The Alphas of Obsidian Sector would never allow such a thing. Not necessarily the female-female aspect, but the Beta-Omega pairing.

Omegas are meant for Alphas and Alphas only.

Or that’s what I was raised to believe.

But Taylor proved that isn’t the case here. She even showed me a photo of her with her mate, the two of them smiling happily at a nearby beach.

“I can bring her by to meet you at some point,” she offered before leading me up to Oros’s suite. “If you’re interested.”

I didn’t agree or disagree, just nodded and said I would let her know.

Because I wasn’t sure what to think. I’m still not sure.

This is all so… unexpected.

Especially Oros’s quarters. “It’s beautiful up here,” I whisper, admiring the view to my left. The ocean glitters in the distance as the sun begins to fall, the orange and red colors appealing to my inner wolf.

Above, I spy at least six dragons, all taking in the sights and stretching their wings.

Or maybe they’re patrolling.

Regardless of their reasons for flying, it’s a stunning display of power and Drakonian grace.

Is Oros among them? I wonder, my fingers finding his gold coin on instinct.

I thumb the metal, causing energy to spin around my fingertips. It’s a welcome warmth that I rather like. “How does it work?” I ask Taylor, recalling her question from what felt like hours ago. “The coin, I mean.”

She glances at my neck and then up at me. “You hold it like that and say his name out loud three times. Want to try it?”

“Oh, no,” I say, dropping my hand instantly.

A devious grin splits across her lips. “Too bad. I would have enjoyed goading him a bit more.” She glances around. “Well, make yourself at home. I’m sure Rumpel will be back soon.”

My brow furrows. “Rumpel?”

“A nickname,” she explains, smiling at me once more. “Oros is an old friend. He’ll make a good guardian. But remember what I said—if you prefer a different Alpha, or a female, just let me know and I’ll work on a match.”

The serious quality in her tone from before and now tells me she means that. “Thank you,” I reply. “I think I’ll be okay with Oros, though.” He seems nice enough.

And his scent is mouthwateringly addictive.

I can smell him everywhere here, despite the open air, and I very much want to stay.

“I think you’ll be more than okay,” she informs me softly, her eyes grinning now. “I’ll send up some of the clothes we talked about, as well as some food and water. And don’t forget what I said about shifting.”

“No shifting yet,” I echo, recalling the five times she stated those three words earlier.

“Excellent,” she murmurs. “Need anything else before I work on the clothing bit?”

I glance around again. “Um, no. I should be okay… Oros really won’t mind me waiting up here for him?”

She shrugs. “He said to escort you here.”