“By all means. Rene, Edward?”
“Yes please, Alpha.” Martin poured and handed a snifter of brandy to Rene and Edward.
“When Dimitri came near my mate, Sean was covered in the smell of week-old garbage from the docks.
“If we don’t mate until we are on pack lands, only the Alphas will know he is an Omega or that he has Talent.” Armand took the snifter from Martin.
“Dimitri will try to use the Alpha Mate to buy his way back into the Russian Council. For such a prize they may disregard every treaty their council has ever signed.” Rene swirled the liquor around the glass.
“However, once we are mated, he can’t do a thing.” Armand stood.
“You aren’t going to take him for twelve days? He’s your mate.” Rene was aghast.
Armand ignored Rene’s comment. It was hard enough to do, but to discuss it
