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“Well, if you think he’d listen, I’d tell him that,” said Cole. “Despite what Ilse thinks, I don’t employ manipulation with my alphas. I just talk to them.”

Ilse snorted. “Yes, sure, it’s all communication. As if, when you come to me, and you tell me that you’re unhappy, you don’t know that I’ll move heaven and earth to please you?”

Cole just smiled. “Well, if you can leverage the better nature of an alpha, by all means, do so.” He turned back to Ilse, smiling at her. “I don’t ask for unreasonable things, do I, alpha?”

“No, never,” she crooned. “You’re my omega, and you can’t want wrong things.”

Cole shot me a look. It might have been termed conspiratorial.

I sat back in my chair and surveyed them both.

Back when Ilse had told me her theory, that I should weaponize my happiness to control Dmitri, it had seemed wrong in some way. But that was when I thought Dmitri was going to play fair. And he wasn’t playing fair at all. He was weaponizing his natural dominance against me, against my other alphas, and he was using it to his advantage—to get whatever he wanted.

If I would use my status as an omega in service of the goodness of the whole pack, well, maybe it wasn’t even remotely wrong. Maybe it was actually what I was meant to do.

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dmitri

I COULD HEAR her outside my chambers, her voice cold and firm. “I am his omega, and I am his wife, and I am the princess. I demand entry. I will speak with him.”

It stirred something in me, I had to admit.

I crossed the room and threw open the door. She was arguing with a servant, who had obviously followed her up here to try to keep her out, because those had been my express orders. “It’s all right,” I said to him. “You can let her in.”

She made eye contact with me, and she perfumed.

Oh, I’d missed the smell of her. I couldn’t help but smile. “Come in,” I breathed. “Please come in.”

She vaulted into the room, into my arms.

I caught her as she practically climbed me. I banded an arm around her waist and one under her bottom to support her.

We were kissing.

The servant shut the door behind us, muttering something to himself about alphas and omegas and he didn’t get paid enough.

We kissed and kissed and then she pulled back. “Oh, Dmitri, how could you stay away from me?”

“I don’t know, I don’t know,” I muttered, gazing at her, undone, utterly destroyed. How could I deny myself my omega? Had I lost my mind?

“I need your knot,” she said in a strained voice. “Badly.”

“Mmm,” I said, kissing her. “Yes, you do. I can scent that. And I remember you telling me you thought you might be… what did you say? A slut for anal?”

“Oh, please, yes, in my ass, now,” she said, breathless. “Please, please, please.”

We tore each other’s clothes getting at each other.

I tossed her onto the bed and ordered her to present for me, which she did, readily and eagerly, her scent filling the air and making me lose my mind—and that was when I knew why I’d stayed away from her. It was because she made me crazed and insane. I wasn’t capable of doing anything when I was around her.

I thumbed the bud of her, remembering the squeeze of her tight passage on my knot. I needed that.

Frenzied, I found the lube and began to stretch her, toying with her pussy at the same time.

She climaxed as I rubbed her swollen clit, sighing my name over and over again.

I took her, took her sweet, small little asshole, filled it full of my knot as she cried out in a strained voice, “Yes, alpha, please, alpha, I’m yours, alpha.”

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