Page 3 of Night Sector

The only downside to my unique genetic makeup—I craved blood. A lot of it.

Hence the reason I often illegally ventured into Blood Sector to tap into their product supply.

V-Clan wolves only needed blood every few weeks, the essence the fuel for our magical elements. Or that was my understanding, anyway.

However, as a Vampire Omega, I needed blood much more often. Primarily because I didn’t have an Alpha to sustain my needs.

Well, technically, that was a lie. I used to have an Alpha. But I’d killed him.

And now he haunts my nightmares. The thought sent an unwelcome shiver down my spine.Definitely not the time or place to think abouthim.

Swallowing, I slowly stood and listened for any signs of an approaching wolf or a mortal.

Both were equally as likely in this sector, as Iceland had saved most of its humans from becoming Infected.

It was one of Kieran O’Callaghan’s redeeming qualities—his ability to protecteveryonein his territory, not just his wolves.

What did he ask for in return for his protection? A blood tax.

Fucking brilliant,I thought begrudgingly.

Not that I’d ever admit it to his face. I’d sooner carve that handsome face up with a blade than praise him.

Sighing, I began my routine trek across the island, shadowing into various hiding spots I’d established over the years and listening for any signs of being detected or followed.

As usual, I went unnoticed.

Unfortunately, that wouldn’t last for long.

My lips twisted as I teleported to a familiar street corner in Reykjavík, only two blocks from Kieran’s estate.

Technically, that residence belonged to Quinn. Hell, the entire sector was hers as the only MacNamara left in existence. She was royalty. A true princess.The future Queen.

But Kieran had maintained Alpha Prince status in her absence after she had tricked him into a betrothal and run.

I supposed his sticking around to lead should also count in his favor.

Except what Alpha wouldn’t jump at the chance to take over Blood Sector, the unequivocal capital for all of V-Clan kind?

There was so much power and affluence here; he would have been an idiot to turn down the opportunity.

Right. No more stalling, I told myself as I started down the sidewalk.I’m going to walk in there and demand a meeting.

I paused.

Actually, no. I’m just going to shadow inside and surprise him.

The fewer people who knew I was here, the better.

A quick in and out. Just like the blood runs.

Except this would be a bit more complicated than stealing a few liters of human blood.

Stop stalling, Kyra,I told myself.Just do it.

I visualized Kieran’s suite—a room I’d only been in once before while snooping around his palace—and appeared in his living area.

A quick glance around told me he hadn’t decorated much since my last visit. Still all masculine tones and woodsy accents.