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“What the fuck are you doing, then?”

The Horde shuffle their feet out of the house, leaving me with Tarkin.

“Well?” I prompt.

He reaches into the pocket of histiland hands me an oval cookie. “Try one.”

“It could be poisoned.”

“I’d die for it.”

I snatch the cookie from his hand and crunch a small piece. Flavor explodes in my mouth. Thick, sweet, and it makes my dick pulse with need. “Reminds me of …”

“Omega pussy.”

Yes, indeed. “Is there more?” I lick my fingers.

“Nah, but if you save your piece, maybe someone can duplicate the recipe.”

Fangs dripping venom, I stare at the rest of the cookie. I swallow the venom and pocket the cookie.

Chapter 20

Anna

At dusk, Raven returns. I lift my head from behind my desk to see him standing at the door.

“Omega,” he bites out.

“Alpha,” I say in the same tone. “How was your busy day?”

“Unproductive. Yours?”

“Same. I’ve been stuck up here all day.”

“As you should be. These are not good times for strolling the streets.”

“You would know.”

“Yes.”

I pick up my pen and pretend like I’m writing something. The sun sets on the horizon, and there’s no electricity so it’s not like I can see anything. Frustrated, sweating from the heat flashes I’ve had all day, I fling the pen across the room.

Raven grunts. I lean an elbow on the table and rest my chin on my palm, watching him. He’s cursing Teleans while prying open the closet door with his arms, muscles straining against the heavy weight. A cramp that’s been bothering me all day intensifies. It feels like there’s a huge lump in my lower belly, and it pulses, releasing liquid heat.

I fight the pull to approach him in his bedroom and let him take me. He went into the city and brought back the raids every human fears. Screams could be heard all the way up here. I can’t imagine the horror downstairs. House by house, the Horde left nothing unturned. And he’s only gotten started.

“Come to me,” he says from the bedroom.

On command, I stand, but will my feet to stay put. I grind my teeth, fighting the pull toward him when he starts to purr. Liquid heat drops from my lower belly, spills, and trickles down my skin.Oh God.Sweat breaks out on my forehead, and I sit back down.

“I smell the heat, Omega. Don’t make me come get you.”

During the heat cycle, I’ve little or no presence of mind. This male will consume me.

Raven rounds the corner.

He’s washed up and dressed in a new kilt, this one adorned with the black hound, the Horde insignia. Those hound flags rose up today. In every district. Every house could see them.

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