"Do you know?" I spat and he simply grinned in response.
His reaction wasn't hostile, and it made me pause.
He should be angry, and his obvious amusement was more unnerving to me with every passing moment. I didn't know what to think.
I began to grow anxious at his unexpected behavior. Thranar would have growled, reminding me of my rightful place before him and in the eyes of the Cult.
An alpha's growl always forced a painful twist of arousal to race through an omega's core. For me, it always made my thighs wet with slick, no matter how hard I tried to stop it.
Vikar though didn't even seem remotely bothered by the challenge in my tone. He seemed to like it and I couldn't wrap my head around it.
"I do. I've got a great many questions for the former queen of Ravenrath, omega to the great King Thranar," he said.
I noticed that he was careful to keep his voice level, revealing nothing about his opinion of my former alpha.
