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He wraps his fingers around my throat just as I’m about to come. “Come for me,” he commands.

I’m thrown over the edge and scream out my release. My body shakes and convulses. I’m sure I make up some new curse words.

Then I collapse on his chest. He keeps his faux cock in me and scoots down the bed so we’re laying flat.

I snuggle into him. It still feels strange that he’s in a concealment suit, but I’ve started to think of it as part of Crax.

“Tell me something about yourself,” I ask dreamily as I float on the bliss he’s given me.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Can you tell me anything about your past? Where do you come from?”

“I come from a place not far from where the Hathorans come from. Since I was a child, excellence has been demanded from me. But I didn’t fit in with my home world. Not completely. I loved science and research. Most of my species are interested in pursuing the arts, and some are warriors. So when I was old enough, I left it behind to find a cure for our world’s biggest problem. A lack of females, specifically omega females.”

“And you’ve only found me and the one before me?” I ask.

“Yes, but I’ve also gathered information about your kind and how some omegas can be awakened.”

“So your whole life has been waiting for someone like me. And you’re worried I’ll be another failure,” I say with a sting in my eyes. “That I might die.”

“I won’t let that happen,” he promises. A long silence lingers with the weight of that vow, and then he asks, “What about you? Tell me something.”

“Not a lot to say. I love learning how things work. I used to find old, broken things in the trash and then tear them apart and sometimes I could fix them or make them better. So I went to school to learn how to do it for a living. But when I thought I finally had a job on the moon to do that, I was taken by the Tirbs.”

“That must have been heartbreaking.”

“It is.” I pull back and look into the dark mask. “If I survive, and I’m an omega, will I be able to pursue my passion? Will I be allowed to do anything other than service a male’s needs? Your needs?”

“If you end up being mine, you would have all the freedoms you desire.”

36

THE HUNT

SERRAT

“We are nearing the Kelion Sector,” Rok announces.

My eyes pop open. Afraid I might miss something, I haven’t gone back to my own quarters to sleep, dozing in the control room instead. “Has Leva picked up any radiation trail from a Mobia ship?”

“Not yet,” Rok says through a tense jaw.

I frown and ease back into my chair.

“I can’t believe Zeek can sleep right now,” I comment absentmindedly.

“I don’t think he is,” Rok says. “Leva told me a while ago he isn’t happy.”

“Code for punching things.”

Rok chuckles, but without the amusement he might otherwise have over our youngest pack member.

“I should check on him.” I walk toward Zeek’s room.

I need to clear my head too. My mind, my heart, and my animal can’t shake the loss of Gemma. Strange how so much has changed for us when she is the one going through the transformation. Perhaps we are being transformed as well.

“Zeek?” I call at his door, loud enough for him to hear me.

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