Crave To Conquer (Myth of Omega, #1)(5)
“You will have your three months,” he said.
She took a shaky breath and nodded, finally lowering her head.
He turned and left the room. Those three months were for him as much as for her. He would enjoy her beauty, her skills, and her defiance and then make her pay for each and every indiscretion when the investigation ended. He smiled, thinking of her snappy retorts, her pretty mouth, and all that curly hair. It would be worth it.
CHAPTER TWO
CAILYN
As soon as the Emperor left, Cailyn let out a heavy breath of relief. She fell against the desk trembling, bracing herself with both hands and breathing deeply. What the fuck was that? It was almost as if he could tell she was an Omega.
Steadying herself, she made her way back to the desk in the corner and sat down. Closing her eyes, she focused her mind and checked her magical blocks from the top of her head through her entire body to the soles of her feet. All were securely in place.
She opened her eyes, biting her lip in thought. The Emperor’s behavior had made her think at least one of her blocks had been knocked askew. He glared at her with those cold black eyes as though he knew she hid something, and when he grabbed her, he rubbed her neck like he wanted to force her to submit. The crazy thing was, she almost did. She almost went limp as soon as his massive, rough hand closed around her neck and jaw, and she’d had to fight against the automatic reaction. She shouldn’t have had that response—that was the whole point of the fucking blocks.
She sighed and rubbed her forehead. The Emperor was much more terrifying than she’d imagined. Massive, bulky, and animalistic, he was so alpha he was almost a ridiculous stereotype. His wild black hair, the way he prowled the room, his arrogance and demands—all typical of an Alpha with no limit to his ego. The only thing that had surprised her was his way of communicating. Most Alphas she had come across were unable to articulate themselves so well, even if they were smart. They lacked the patience to reason with anyone. The Emperor had shown great patience with her rebellious comments and she had expected punishment when she kept pushing. She hadn’t been able to help it. With her Omega instincts blocked, it was easy to be as pushy and sarcastic as she wanted, and it was difficult not to be when she utterly despised him. He represented every reason why Omegas would never return to normal society. The fact he thought he deserved them, like they were property to be owned, was enough of a reason to fuck up his investigation.
She tapped her fingers on the desk, surveying the room but not seeing any of it. Now she had met him, she could properly form a plan. Firstly, her reaction to him needed to be corrected. She was almost certain that he had been emitting Alpha pheromones and if she hadn’t been blocked, her superior Omega sense of smell would have been overwhelmed. She would have ended up at his feet in a pool of slick begging him to fill her. She shouldn’t have been physically affected by him at all and couldn’t afford for that to happen again. She was the most accomplished Omega in the Compound with the Talent, which was the reason why she was given the mission in the first place. Since she didn’t have any contact with the Mothers to ask them why this had happened, the best she could do was reinforce her blocks and try to stay away from him.
Secondly, the investigation. It was well known that Emperor Drocco had been collecting information for decades, and now that he had secured the Eastern Lands and was restructuring it as the Lox Empire, the Mothers wanted to make sure he would not find them. She had been sent to find out how much he knew about the Omegas and mislead him. However, if he wasn’t going to allow her to copy or remove any information, and if he was going to be working closely with her, it would be difficult to secure anything pertinent. She would need to commit important things to memory or use the Talent.
She stood, finally looking carefully at the room. The three-month time frame she had told the Emperor wasn’t entirely accurate. She really only required one and a half to two months, but she needed the breathing space. She had intercepted the real Miss Camille Lefroy only that morning, taken her identity, and had her hidden. Although she had studied her for months, many things could go wrong if anyone was to suspect she wasn’t who she said she was. Luckily the real Miss Lefroy only went by her family name in her profession, and her friends and family called her Cece; very few people knew her real name. Still, one letter from Vamore would be all it would take to impede her mission or cause her immediate death. She needed to be careful.
She firmed her mind and got to work with new enthusiasm, sorting and reading the books and files. The quicker she got this done, the quicker she could leave this mission and Emperor Drocco behind.
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For the next week, the Emperor came to see her three times a day. He arrived at the research room every morning, midday, and late afternoon to find out what she had discovered. He made her tell him everything she had found during her reading and then forced her to theorize an opinion. Of course, her opinion kept changing the more she unearthed and she began to feel mentally exhausted with the constant analyzing.
At the beginning of the second week, she returned to her private quarters at midday to avoid him. Her quarters were not far from the research room and consisted of a beautifully furnished living area with an entire wall of glass that looked out over Ashens city, a spacious bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen area. Lying on her bed, reading a letter from the real Miss Lefroy’s sister, she fell asleep.