Page 32 of Alpha Hunger

Quietly, I sneak into his office.Ouroffice, really, since my desk is tucked in the corner, left of his. I sit down and purse my lips. A stack of today’s papers glare back at me. I pick up the one on the top. It’s a close-up picture of my smiling face. Not too bad. Behind me, the prince stares right at the camera. I shiver. I would have expected to see him smile, but no, they published the one where he looks like…well, Hunger.

I read the article, the speculation of our relationship making my belly churn. The whole world knows my name. I bite my fingernail.

The prince raises his voice, and a snap sounds. Under my bangs, I glance at the pair. He’s erected his armor, each emerald body plate for a specific muscle. It reflects the sun and makes him appear larger. My pussy flutters at the memories of his body last night and how he can make me come so hard, I forget to breathe.

The mayor’s pale face tells me she’s afraid. I’m not afraid. I’m aroused, and if I could, I’d walk over and sit on his cock. Frustrated, I fling the paper and pull my chair closer to the desk. I’d love a cubicle, or anything separating our working spaces. Having the prince in the office, namely having to look at him and breathe in his scent, damages my focus on work. The vibrating egg inside my pussy doesn’t help either. If I don’t get off soon, I might really jump him.

I glance back at the pair. They speak in hushed voices as they hover over a paper map. I haven’t seen a map in ages. This must be from pre-Hordesmen days Dad often talked about. He and Mom got hitched at a campsite they drove to using a map. I can’t imagine driving and trying to look at the map, but okay. To each his own.

Focus, focus.Determined to knock off the two-page list, I read item five. I read it again.Right afterMeet the mayorisLunch with parents.Only an hour gap in between. Which would be a great time for me to catch up on items two and three. I open my hologram and get to it.

“Coffee?” the prince asks.

Number three on the list is checking his social media sites. He’s got a fan page I need to log in to, and the log-in is scribbled on the side.

“Coffee?”

God, if someone would just be the personal assistant to the personal assistant and bring me coffee. Also, massage my feet. Maybe I could squeeze in a pedicure today. Who does pedicures around here?

“Omega!”

I jump out of the chair. “Yes, sir.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

I nod.

“Would you like some coffee?”

“Thank you,” I say.

He looks at the mayor.

She widens her eyes.

My boss smirks. “Bring her a cup of coffee.” I believe the prince vacated the premises again, and we’re with Hunger. With armor erected, he is massive, yellow tattoos positively glowing in the sunlight that hits his profile, making the serpent on his face appear as an omen. Hunger is wearing leather pants with a sleeveless shirt. Heissex. It seems the mayor isn’t affected by his looks, but when he leans in and produces a rattle that makes my skin crawl, she scurries out of the office.

I sit back down, look at the passcode, log in to the social media sites map. Screens pop up. Five rows of four. Twenty mini screens. Oh shit. There goes my entire week. Everything is red and appears in need of my immediate attention. Sifting through the mess will take forever.It’s okay,I tell myself. He pays well.

“You were late,” he says.

“The alarm didn’t ring.” Sad excuse, I know.

“I shut it off.”

I spin in my chair and cross one leg over the other. “Why would you do that?”

“So I can punish you for being late.”

“Oh, you bastard.”

“Name calling,” he warns. “Also, because I enjoy that you slept well in my bed. You seemed to need the rest.” He winks.

Heat crawls up my face. The prince skipped the kissing, the fondling, the pussy eating, or sex and went straight into my ass. What base is anal anyway? That’s not even a base, it’s more like a touchdown, and I’m definitely feeling sore on that end of my body.

Melanie returns and drops the coffee on the corner of my desk. It spills over the lip of the cup as she stomps her heels to sit across from the prince. “Can we get back to Forspar now?” she asks.

Something passes over my boss’s face, and I can almost see the transformation from the prince who flirts with me to the Hunger people know.

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