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“Yes, Omega?”

“Gah! Sometimes I want to throw something at your head.”

“Throw your pussy at me.”

I throw up my hands. “My parents,” I say. “I want to call them, and the Telean says I can’t have clearance to dial them out of the Stronghold. He said you denied me clearance.”

“I did.”

“Why?”

“Because I have already called and informed your mother you will be staying here. She will not worry about you and save you leftovers. Anything else?” The prince groans into the com. He sounds like he’s fucking.Jesus.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Training.”

“Oh.”

“Have you tried the dress Christy sent you?”

Tamika opens the lid and pulls out a white piece of clothing that looks more like a nightgown than a dress. “Guuurll, look at this thang,” she says.

“I don’t think it’s going to fit me.”

“You will make it fit. And the rest of the items?”

“I’ll go through them now.”

“Omega, may I give you some advice?” It’s a rhetorical question, and the prince continues. “Be ready when I come for you.”

Chapter 6

Raven

Christy works in the laundry department, not by accident but by careful design. He was a human boy of my age when I found him hiding in the cupboard of his foster parents’ home while the Horde raided the house.

He grew up embracing the female instead of the male nature he was born with, and with it came rejection and ridicule. I don’t care if a human is a male or a female, an Omega is an Omega and falls under my protection. I care that Christy is loyal to me and only me. He takes lovers but never commits. His heart, he says, belongs to Jesus. Seeing as Jesus isn’t around to take it, I have. He will serve me to his dying breath.

“Boss,” Christy says in my ear as I examine the pearl of Regha in my palm.

The pearl is a tiny round jewel that reflects the light like a diamond found in Earth’s African region. I saved the pearl for a special occasion, the one when an Omega that Terror has collected calls to me. Anna walked into my office instead. It is a sign, and I take signs seriously. “Yes?” I answer and pocket the pearl.

“Incoming PA hurricane.”

I chuckle. “I can’t wait.” In preparation for an angry Omega barging into the office, I crack my neck, flex my claws. Let the seduction games begin. “What is she upset about?”

“Oh, everything, particularly the butt plug. If I may?”

“You may.”

“I think you’re moving in too fast. Maybe ask her out to lunch before trying to shove a plug up her ass.”

“I did better than lunch. I asked her to dinner.” I switch the com unit to her line. “Ome—”

She interrupts. “I will not wear a butt plug. I am a woman with a law degree.”

I wince at her tone. “What does your degree have to do with a butt plug?”

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