Page 22 of Alpha Hunger

“I can’t believe you strapped my uncle to a column,” I whisper under my breath.

“Start believing.”

“For how long?”

“It depends.”

“On what?”

“How the dinner progresses, and the quality of information he provides when he’s questioned.”

Once everyone fills the dining hall decorated in white, Hunger and I walk in. He makes a show of everything, including strolling into the room last so that everyone can have a look. Of course, he gets the best table, the one with the finest view of the band and the dance floor. I covet the table in the corner, where I can drink and people-watch, maybe bounce in my chair. Soft rock plays, and the atmosphere buzzes with excitement over eating and drinking the finest booze.

The mayor and her husband as well as two other couples stand. Hunger pulls a chair out for me, and I plant my ass on it. A moan escapes my lips, and I pinch them. I landed on my butt plug, and it hit my spot, making my pussy contract, my nipples perk and rub against the lace of the dress.

Hunger sits. The entire dining room still stands. Even the waitstaff hold the trays at the kitchen’s exits. All eyes are on Hunger, awaiting his approval to eat.Oh, for fuck’s sake.I nudge him with my elbow.

“Yes, Omega.”

“People are waiting for permission to sit down.”

“So give it to them.”

“Me?”

“Was I unclear?”

Jerk face.“You may sit,” I say quietly.

“Nobody can hear you,” he says.

“Have a seat, please. Enjoy your dinner. Cheers!” I lift my glass.

Cheers go around, and the music kicks back on, while I feel like vomiting for just having to say those few words. The waitstaff serves me first with more wine, red this time around, and I’m not about to correct them for fear Hunger will strap the staff to poles. When I look up, I see Christy is the one serving the pair of us. He winks at me.

Hunger speaks with the mayor, who’s getting quite animated with her hands, and I eavesdrop on their conversation.

“How could you strap him inside my house?” she hisses.

“I asked you to erect a pole. Instead, you sent me a suit.”

“You’ve lived among us most of your life. A suit would look great on you. Besides, all the social media sites voted to see you in the suit.”

“Interesting how you believe I’m running a popularity pageant.”

The mayor taps her glass. “So you strap him to an improvised pole in my house.”

“Mm-hm.”

“Now I have to look at him until he dies. How long is that?” She exhales as if annoyed. Damn, this woman is heartless.

“I recommend using the back entrance,” Hunger says and turns to me. He winks. “My favorite place to penetrate.”

What da…

“Hm,” the mayor says. “I can do that. Still, that’s not the point.”

“What is your point?” he asks.

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