Page 25 of Alpha Hunger

“I think this evening has turned out nice,” I say. Not for my uncle, though I can address this with the prince tomorrow.

“I think about your pussy.”

I giggle.

“And the plug,” he continues. “When I fuck you, I’ll be sure to keep it inside your ass. My uncle Loven’s advice.”

“While we’re on uncles,” I say.

“Quiet, female.”

“Don’t quiet me. It’s important.”

“You may have any time slot tomorrow. Move the list around any way you please and slot a time for yourself where we can discuss your family.”

“Any time?”

“Any.”

“Even the mayor’s ten thirty?”

“Especially hers.”

I laugh, and his chest rumbles, a rattle slowly transitioning into a purr. It’s like we’re the only people in the room.

“By the way, I’m not Hunger to you,” he says. “It is unfortunate you feel that way. I presume, after tonight, you’ll feel differently.”

“Maybe.”

“Do listen, Omega, because this is important.”

I turn my head and scoot to the side so I can see him.

He bends his head so our faces are inches apart, and my heart flutters at the masculine scent of him. He smirks. I think he knows what he does to me, and my struggle amuses him. “I have conquered Earth, therefore the human Omegas belong to me,” he says. “When one walks into my territory all on her own, she is entitled to all my attention. In other words, she becomes my priority. The daily list, the mayor, my cousin drowning in the sewers, and the rebellion I feel is coming are all secondary to what I consider a priority. There can only be one priority.”

“We can have priorities in different areas of our lives," I say. "Business and dating, for example. Different areas.”

“The plural for priority is an oxymoron. You want cake?”

“Nah. I’m more of a chips kind of girl. Besides it’s way past my bedtime.”

The prince whistles. The music is loud and people are chatting and dancing, so I’m surprised when Junior enters. This time, he doesn’t stride down the middle of the hall but opts for a less obnoxious path along the wall. We stand and say our good-byes, then depart quietly.

Chapter 8

Anna

At this time of evening, the San Diego suburbs sleep. The breeze is pleasant and the weather a little chilly for March. I shiver and rub my shoulders. Sitting behind me, the prince shifts his weight, and Junior stops briefly. A fur throw lands on my shoulders.

“Thank you.” I’m struggling with what to make of this male. Dad told me the Horde is the most feared division of Regha’s military. Technologically, the Reghans aren’t as advanced as us, but on the ground, man to man, Dad said, Regha males are unmatched. They’ve got naturally bulletproof plates they can erect as armor, and even beyond that is their size and strength. Hunger has killed so many people.

But he’s also attentive, kind, and sexy as sin.

“Do you have siblings?” I ask.

“Two sisters.”

“Younger?”

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