Anton sat on his knees in front of the council the next morning. Five men were sitting with their legs crossed on a small platform in front of him. Oana was sitting in front of her uncle, smiling at him. Half of the tribe was sitting around the edge of the large hut. Artur, Flaviu, and Robert were sitting on their knees a couple of feet behind them. Robert glared at him the entire time while Falviu and Robert just stared straight ahead.

He had just finished recounting what he had found out about Flaviu and Robert to the council. They were now all looking at Flaviu and Robert. There were a lot of skeptical looks, but some seemed intrigued.

"What is your clan, half-breed?" Manuel looked right at Flaviu when he asked the question. His eyes narrowed as he talked to him. He motioned for Anton to stand up and move. He was done talking to him. Oana held out her hand and Anton sat down next to her.

Flaviu shook his head. "We belong to no clan or tribe. Our parents were kicked out before they were born." He looked over at Anton. "Things have changed from the past."

Manuel looked down at Anton and Oana. "Yes, situations have changed." He looked back up at Flaviu. He paused for a while before continuing. "I want you to tell me what you had planned on doing, Flaviu Arterberry?"

Flaviu's left eye twitched, but that was the only emotion that he had on his face. Anton couldn't help himself looking between Manuel and Flaviu. Did they know each other or did Manuel just know about Flaviu?

"You know what my job is, Manuel," Flaviu's voice was flat.

Manuel nodded. "Yes, I do. If you are a half-breed, why is it that you keep taking our kind?"

"The people that I work for don't know what I am, Manuel," Flaviu responded slowly. "You know how they could be. I have to do my job."

Manuel shook his head. "You perform horrendous acts on the people who share your ability." Manuel sneered. "How could you feel comfortable doing that?"

"It's my job," Flaviu seethed. "If they knew what I was, they'd perform experiments on me."

Anton's eyes snapped over to the flap of the hut. Something was wrong. He could tell but didn't know how to communicate what it was. Flaviu was stalling. He kept repeating information over and over. They weren't getting anywhere.

What is wrong, Anton? Oana asked him. He had forgotten that she could feel his emotions.

He turned to look at her and placed his hand over hers. She was staring at him, waiting for him to answer her. Something's wrong.

Oana nodded. She turned her attention over to the flap and he followed. I can feel it as well. She shifted slightly. Do you think it has something to do with your friends?

Anton shrugged. It might. I can't help but think that he's stalling. Anton returned his attention over to Flaviu. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had something to do with the suspicion. His eyes for the next couple of minutes kept snapping over to the flap and then back at Flaviu. He was still arguing with Manuel. He kept going around and around never truly answering Manuel's questions.

"That is enough!" Manuel yelled. He slammed his fists down on the ground beside him. "Virn, take these three back to the pit. Get them out of my sight!"

Artur's face was one of complete surprise. "He answered all of your questions!" he yelled at Manuel while he was being pulled up. "What the hell is your problem?" He started to stumble as he was being pulled to the entrance.

Manuel shook his head. "You do not understand, young one. We can tell when someone is hiding. Your friend is hiding something." He waved his hand. "Take them to the pit, now!"

The three men were pulled towards the entrance, but Anton made eye contact with Flaviu. An eerie look came over his eyes. Anton felt chills run up his body as he looked at him. Flaviu smirked at him as if he knew something that he didn't before he was pulled through the flap. After a couple of minutes of silence and nobody moving, quiet chatter moved around the hut. 

There's something wrong with Flaviu, Anton whispered to Oana through their link. 

I could see, she responded to him. I do not like the way that he was looking at you. She gracefully stood up and reached her hand down to his. He grabbed it as he stood up next to her. Let us go back. She turned and inclined her head to her uncle, Anton doing the same, before they walked out of the hut. 

Oana led him through the village until they reached the hut that they now shared. He was starting to see this place as home. He missed his parents, but he didn't miss the life that he left behind there. Only the people. He would always pick to be by Oana's side wherever she would go. 

"Anton," she called out to him. He looked down at her as she brought him down onto the furs. "They are back at the pit, Anton." She pushed him down and started to trace his muscles with her fingers. "Do not think about them anymore." She leaned over him and started to place soft kisses down his chin and neck. She continued to move down him until she was sitting in between his legs. "Let me distract you, my mate."

"Oana," he started, but a groan came from the back of his throat when she reached inside of his pants and ran her palm over his cock. 

"Let me distract you, Anton." She pulled his pants off and started to stroke his cock. She teased the tip of it with her tongue as she kept eye contact with him. Circling his tip, she slowly moved her mouth over him. 

Anton threw his head back and moaned as she moved her head up and down. He couldn't help himself as his hand reached over and grabbed her head, stopping her when she reached his base. 

She choked a little before she readjusted herself. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. Anton met her eyes and smirked. "Fuck," he groaned. "You're such a fucking good girl." He pulled her head off of him and instructed her to take off her clothes. He leaned on his elbows as he as looked at her. She was perfect. Every single inch of her was perfect. 

Anton moved so he was now on his knees in front of her. She ran her hands up and down his chest and she leaned forward and ran her tongue up his neck. "I want you to take control again, Anton. I liked it."

Anton growled lowly as his hands gripped her hips. "Yes, ma'am." One hand reached up and gripped her hair, pulling her head back to look at him as his other hand moved down in between her legs. He groaned as he felt how wet she was for him. He ran his fingers over her before shoving two fingers into her, instantly curling them. 

Oana's grip on his shoulders tightened as she moaned loudly. "Anton," she breathed out. 

Anton maneuvered her so that she was on all fours. "Arch your back, Oana." He ran his hand over her dripping sex before he bent down and slowly moved his tongue through her folds. She moaned again and bucked her hips against his tongue. He smirked as his hands gripped her hips to keep her still as he started to roughly eat her out. 

He loved the way that she tasted. Anton couldn't get enough of her. She came twice before he sat up and lined his cock to her entrance. He didn't give her a chance to come down from her high before he pushed in. They both groaned as he filled her. 

Anton leaned forward and grabbed both of her breasts, pulling her up closer to him as he thrust into her. He pinched and twisted her nipples, causing another loud moan to come out of her mouth. He could listen to her make that sound all day and night. 

"Anton." She turned her head towards him. He pressed his lips to hers. 

"What is it, my love?"

A small squeal came out of her mouth when he thrust into her once more. "Harder," she breathed. 

He smiled as he covered his mouth over hers and started to fuck her hard. It wasn't long before both of them were finishing together. He stayed inside of her as long as he could before pulling out and bringing her down onto the furs, tucking her into his side.