Chapter Forty-Nine
Marac
Allowing Cartan to take his Omega home had always been my plan. I only required her presence long enough to guide me in the right direction. When he took her away, I made my way to the library where she had been diligently working. I couldn't help but notice her uneasiness around me. The little Omega was clearly keeping something from me.
Over time, I had honed my ability to read people's expressions and intentions, distinguishing the genuine from the deceitful. I had learned to identify those who were trustworthy and those better suited for the wolves. However, this particular Omega had a vulnerability. Once she immersed herself in her work, the world faded away, along with her concerns. I noticed she had been taking notes, so I retraced my steps to the library, discovering scattered papers and even the small markers she had placed in the book she had been reading.
More importantly, the information she had given me—the name—was enough to set me on a path. It meant nothing to her, but I had heard that name before. It had featured in a fairy tale my mother used to tell me when I was a child. After perusing Kiandra's notes, I navigated the library to a section filled with myths and legends. There, I selected a thick book bearing the same name Kiandra had mentioned and brought it back to the table. As I opened it, I found the exact swirling lines as in the book she had been reading.
"Clever little Omega," I praised with a smile on my lips.
I walked out of the library, summoning a servant.
"Yes, my King?" she inquired.
"No one is allowed to enter until I leave the library. Bring me food and water," I instructed her. I noted the puzzled expression on her face, but she bowed, acknowledging my order.
Returning to the library, a smile remained on my face as I sat down and resumed studying the notes made by the Omega.