Page 18 of Alpha Hunger

“I would fuck you and pay you if you were my whore. I am treating you like my Omega.”

She slaps the table, though I’m fairly certain she’s imagining it’s my cheek. “I’m an assistant. It’s a job filled with things that have to do with business.”

I don’t understand. “Omegasaremy business.”

“Stop that.”

“Which that?”

“It’s not true. You run a corporation. Several corporations, in fact. You’re the richest male in the world. Where is the business side of your life?”

“Not here,” I say. “This is the Horde Stronghold.”

Anna sighs, looking defeated. “Well, I didn’t know that. I presumed this is where you conduct business.”

“People in Japan conduct my business.”

“Okay, okay.” Anna nods, and I can practically see the wheels turning in her head. “No corporate headquarters in the US?”

“Texas.”

“Great.” Her eyes light up. “I’ll request a transfer.”

“Away. From me?” This Omega dreams wild dreams.

“I think it’s for the best.”

“Transfer denied.”

“I want to be paid for the work I do, not for whoring.”

Hm. Human currency is a powerful drive. They like money, and although they say money doesn’t buy happiness, it buys power and diamonds, which make humans happy. “Are we not paying you enough?”

“Not for that.” She points at the plug in my hand. “Frank was a PA. I bet you didn’t shove that up his ass.”

“Of course not. Frank was a married man, and I am not interested in men. Besides, he was a Beta.”

“So because I’m an Omega and a woman, I’m treated differently?” She closes a hand over her mouth, only now realizing she admitted to being an Omega.

“Naturally. Your dynamic makes you different. Also, I consider this conversation an admission of guilt for not registering.” I round the desk and sit on it, near where she stands a little horrified.

“You baited me,” she says.

“Mm-hm.”

Tears well up in her eyes. “I’ve worked too hard to give up working hard. You understand?”

“I do.”

“I’m not your whore.”

“Certainly not. You make yourself feel this way about a simple dress with lovely shoes and a plug that will stretch your ass so I can fuck it later. I cannot control how you feel. I can only control me.” I grab her hip and move her so she stands between my legs. Big brown eyes stare up at me, lips parted, breaths coming in pants. I can make an Omega drop to her knees and have her do anything I ask of her. I believe it is important that I don’t, and so I spread my legs and lean back on my desk, then inhale. Hair products and a tainted Omega scent come back at me. I will fuck the Betaren out of her and make her Omega pussy gush liquid all over my face.

At that thought, I cheer up and smile, bring her a little closer, press her cheek to my chest. I refine my rattle into a softer tune, something Omegas of Regha call a purr. Anna’s shoulders slump, and her body relaxes. My palm pressed on her lower back holds her up.

“It is not my intent to make you feel like a whore,” I say. “I treat you as an Omega who will submit to me. You can submit the hard way or the easy way. Take the long or the short way. Whichever way you turn is up to you as long as you understand all roads lead to your heat, an event I will attend eagerly.”

“Why me?”

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