Page 17 of Alpha Hunger

“Everything!”

Although my com is at the lowest setting, I take the unit out of my ear and speak to it from a reasonable distance. “Come to me.”

“Stop that.”

“Which that?”

“Say meet me at the office or something.”

“Come for me?”

Click.

I chuckle.

Anna has no idea where she’ll be spending the night. On my floor. It’s interesting, really, how the humans in charge of Earth never showed their people my father’s messages which he sent via the space gate, especially the last one, the one he sent right before the Horde invaded. I have a copy of it in my desk, and I pull it out. In my mother’s handwriting, it reads:

To whom it may concern,

I am Tayseer, King of Regha. Your people have refused my peaceful attempts at contact, presumably because you are unwilling to release your Omegas into the space gate and into my domain, though I have repeatedly vowed they will not be harmed.

I take this as an insult to my character and ability to protect an Omega.

You have left me no choice but to release the Horde upon your world. When the Horde comes, bend the knee, and I hereby swear on my good name, they will spare your Betas and Alphas. Otherwise, fear the Horde, for they will leave no survivors apart from the Omega females your world has bred. I commend you for breeding so many.

Sincerely,

Your soon-to-be king,

Tayseer

_____

To the human Omegas,

Prepare your nests.

He warned fair and square. Yet they weren’t prepared. None of the Omegas nested.

Curious how the human leaders could’ve ignored his declaration of invasion, I researched. The humans think themselves a superior race, and the leaders believed the space gate belonged to them since they discovered it on Earth after my aunt Sam, a police officer, fell through it.

I put the letter back in the drawer. They didn’t take my father seriously. This is exactly what’s happening now. We have integrated with humanity, and the human governing bodies, namely the mayors of the cities, are under the impression the Omega female registration is optional. It is not.

The Omegas of Earth should nest, and yet whenever Terror visits one, my males have to nudge the Omegas into nesting instead of them having their nests prepared so we can mount and breed them in a place where they’re most comfortable. The heat and breeding is inevitable. It is what Alphas and Omegas do. Anna shall have the entire floor of this building. She may nest wherever she likes. And shewillnest.

The elevators open, and Anna’s heels click across the tile. Face red, she’s heading toward my office. I lean back in my chair and lick my lips. Christy picked out a dress that would please me, and Anna is wearing it. All lace hiding only her mound and nipples while exposing the fine globes of her breast, the flat belly, and, I imagine, her ample behind. My dick, hard from the moment she came to see me this morning in the closet, twitches, reminding me I need to plunder her Omega pussy.Soon.But first, obedience. Human women aren’t like Regha Omegas. Their obedience is taught. I find this fortunate.

Anna picks up her pace, and I think she might break down the office doors. Luckily, they part for her. She swings and throws. I duck, jerking my hand, and catch the object flying at my head.

A butt plug. Large one. Christy doesn’t disappoint. I have never taken an Omega before, so he has no basis for comparison. I don’t know how he understands me so well, but he does. I will raise his salary for this.

Anna slaps her hands on my desk, the perfect curls of her hair falling over her right shoulder. Her makeup makes her look even prettier. She’s perfect. “You look—”

“I am not your personal whore. I am your assistant.”

“Yes, Omega.” She hates being called that. I smirk.

“Why are you treating me like a whore?”

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