Chris hesitated, palms pressing flat against the table behind him. "We had a great aunt," he said. "A dominant omega."
Dax didn't move, but the tension in the room rose with the king's pheromones.
"She was like me," Chris continued. "A rare dominant omega born into a noble Palatine house."
"And?" Dax asked quietly.
Chris took a slow breath. "And the Maleks sold her."
Dax's jaw tightened, his purple eyes gleaming in the dim lighting. "Define 'sold."
Chris shook his head. "That's the problem. No one knows exactly what the arrangement was. Just that she was sent abroad at eighteen to 'marry into an allied family,' and she never came back."
Dax's eyes narrowed with a deadly focus.
"They said she lived in luxury," Chris added. "They sent letters for a few years. Expensive gifts. Photos of her smiling in some estate halfway across the continent."
"But?" Dax murmured, he was sure that there was a lot more to it.
