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I grind my teeth as I move my hips, watching the length of my fat dick going in and out of her little ass. “Violent and possessive,” I repeat. My teeth throb, venom dripping onto my tongue. I swallow it down. I can’t claim the female. I’d hate for her to be a victim.

Anna moans, and I spread her ass cheeks. “That a girl,” I praise her and move slowly, building up the seed in my balls until they’re so heavy and big, I know I’m gonna spray all over her. I withdraw my dick, give it a few strokes, and release with such force, I dig my claws into the bedpost. I come and come, wishing I was inside her, claiming her pussy, seeding her womb, breeding her. But tonight, I settle for marking her with my seed. Tomorrow, however, has already come.

Chapter 10

Raven

“Randy Forspar is an idiot,” I say and offer Melanie, the mayor, a piece ofka-te, Telean candy, rare on Regha, even rarer on Earth since Eron, the male who distributes the candy on Regha, is a stingy asshole who robs me blind whenever I order a sack. My father would’ve already punished him for taking advantage of the shipping costs to Earth, but my aunt Kingsley won’t hear a word of it because she’s friends with Kate, the distributor’s Omega. Ironically, the Telean candy is also called kate pronouncedka-te.

Curious, Melanie pops one into her mouth and chews. “Sweet.”

“You like sweet things.”

“I’m trying to like you too, Raven, but you’re making it difficult for me. Public relations are important, and you need the Human Alliance’s support, especially powerful Houses. How can people support you if you’ve strapped one of their own to the column in my house, no less, with no orders when to get him down?”

“I don’t have to strap offenders to poles if that’s the issue.”

Melanie sighs. “Is your cousin around?”

“Which one?” I have two cousins with duties on Earth. My uncle Loven’s son, Arkin, the Terror Hordeman, and Sotay, my uncle Vemlox’s son. My big cousin, Tayseer, who was named after my father, departed when I signed the peace treaty with the Human Alliance. Human houses outside the Alliance are either plotting my demise or staying out of my way. Though I wouldn’t say the Human Alliance likes me either. Still, I keep my enemies close.

“Terror.”

“He’s around.” She’s evading. I’m fairly certain news of Collectors marking Omega homes has reached her ears. “Get to the point.”

Melanie taps her pen. “The markings went on last night.”

“Mm-hm.”

“What are you planning?”

“A hunger siege.” A time period where no goods come inside the city. It is necessary for discovering what’s bugging me, the foreboding I feel. Besides, Terror is mighty pissed the Omega registration loosened, and a closer investigation yesterday reveals the upper class strongly believes it’s voluntary. Betaren also needs eradication.

Melanie drops her pen. “Jesus, Raven. A warning would have sufficed. Hungry people are not happy people.”

“You hold reserves. Give them to your people when the hunger strikes.” She won’t give them anything. Human greed precedes their good reason. Melanie is no different from the human president my uncle Loven ripped to shreds when he barged inside the facility that captured my aunt Sidone and kept her frozen in stasis. Now, she’s on Earth with us, waiting for her time to strike back, making a list of men and checking it twice. The president didn’t escape the Horde, but the vice president, who campaigned for experiments on Sidone, still roams the Earth.

“How long will the siege last?”

“However long it takes to find Omegas on the loose.”

“And you think there are loose Omegas in San Diego?”

The answer comes in the form of my personal assistant. She marches from the elevator toward the office. Checking the clock, I smile. Anna, who is three and a half hours late, makes me deliriously happy. Discipline is coming, and I’m thrilled. She wears a white suit and tennis shoes Christy has provided this morning. Her long brown hair is pulled up in a messy bun.

I reach for the controls on my desk, wondering if she wore the vibrating egg I left in the bathroom. I push a button and watch Anna stop, widen her eyes. Her list was delivered to her nightstand so that she could get an early start and not be late. Yet, she is late. The egg inside her pussy was the first thing on my list for the day.

“Well done,” I tell her via com.

She sticks her tongue out and curtsies.

The mayor waves a hand in front of my face.

I blink. “Excuse me.” I’m trying to remember what she was saying, and for the life—or death—of me, I can’t remember.Omegas are distractions, death traps,my dad repeated to me during training as I hung upside down, wishing to strangle him. I understand now. Oh, how I understand. I could abandon my crown, elope to Canada, suffer the cold weather instead of pleasant San Diego springs on the beach, if only my PA would go into heat by the fireplace where I would breed her for nights and days, never coming up for food or water.

“There will be unrest,” the mayor says.

“The Horde will handle it.”

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