Page 105 of Night Sector

I ran my fingers through Kyra’s dark hair, smiling as she nuzzled into me again. My gaze was on the screen, reading through the application about a pair of V-Clan mates. The Alpha had telepathic skills, though not on the same level as Cillian. Still, that would be useful.

And his mate was apparently a weaponsmith.

That could definitely be a good fit.Kyra’ll probably like her.

Oh, I definitely will,she replied, causing me to glance down at her.

She was reading along with me.Shopping for a new Omega?

My lips twitched.No. I rather like the one I’ve been force-mated to.

She snorted in reply, then lifted her finger to swipe back to the Alpha.He’s not bad-looking.

A growl rumbled in my chest.Careful, Omega.

Her giggle echoed around us, her green irises alight with mischief.Or what?she taunted.

Or I’ll—

My phone began to ring, cutting off my playful—or maybe not-so-playful—threat.

Cillian’s name flashed across the screen, causing me to pick up with the video display turned off on my end. My Omega was naked and not for his eyes to see.

His face appeared in front of us, while the screen facing him would be black. If it bothered him, he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he got straight to the point.

“Fare’s on Outcast Island,” he said. “Apparently, he’s their equivalent of a Sector Alpha.”

My jaw ticked. “That’s going to make him harder to kill.”

“But not impossible,” Cillian pointed out.

“No, certainly not impossible.” But we were going to need some help.

“And I know some X-Clan Alphas who owe us a favor,” he added.

“How soon would they be available to help?” I asked.

“I don’t know, but I’ll ask.”

“Do,” I replied. Then I looked down at my Omega. “You’d better start sharpening those blades. We have an Alpha to kill.”

CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN

KYRA

Three Days Later

There wasa strange sort of irony to my position, sitting on a stealth jet, hovering a few hundred yards from the shore.

Primarily because Fare and his vampire friends had been doing exactly this less than two weeks ago, only their jet had been lingering over the chilly Greenland Sea rather than tropical Caribbean Sea waves.

Lorcan stood beside me, a lethal Elite dressed head to toe in green camouflage. I wore a similar outfit, only I’d opted for a tank top, while he had on long sleeves. My arms were coated in war paint, as was my face. Lorcan’s, too.

All of us were prepared to disappear and reappear on Outcast Island, a notorious Exiled Sector island known for its feral inhabitants.

It seemed vampires had taken over this specific territory, which was why we’d chosen daylight to attack, not night.

The sun might not harm them, but it was very bright. And vampires didn’t enjoy shiny lights.