Page 62 of Alpha Hunger

“A raven is a bird.”

“Raven is the Serpent’s firstborn son.”

“Something like Jesus.”

“I guess,” he says, “Except your scripture allows for the use of the man’s name. It is blasphemy to use Raven, but my uncle persisted since he felt I was a sign. I’m also fond of the signs.” He glances beside me, takes a lock of my hair. The air in the room changes. I don’t know how I feel this, but I do feel it. Perhaps his mood?

“What’s the matter?” I ask.

“Nothing.” He pecks my lips. “Everything is perfect.”

Chapter 22

Raven

A pack of males breeds a single Omega. This is not a coincidence. Omegas in heat are insatiable, and most single Alphas need extreme endurance to serve a single female in heat. They break for food and water and go at it again for spans on end. Anna and I have gone nineteen rounds. She’s absolutely insatiable, and it’s a good thing I’ve been saving up for this moment in my life. It’s also a good thing I’m in my prime.

Under King Domins’s rule, only retired Alphas could have an Omega, and bonding one was prohibited by law. These laws reduced Omega numbers to a few hundred. Alpha numbers naturally declined.

If my father hadn’t allowed younger Alphas to breed females, if he hadn’t conquered Earth, by now, more than two decades after he defeated Domins, we’d be a conquered race, used for mining until we went extinct. I will continue the promise he made to our people. We fight for a survival of the fittest, which means those who breed strong Alpha and Omega populations survive.

“Why do you look different from the others?” my Omega asks.

The lack of brown in her eyes and the presence of dilated pupils tell me she’s not even close to ending her heat cycle. I’m thrilled. Anna will breed fine kings. I am pleased no end, positively crazy in love with her. I want to violate her more.

As promised, I haven’t left her pussy. My knot firmly keeping my seed inside, we lie in a “spooning” formation. Earth term, not mine. I’m not keen on being compared to a spoon. If I had a choice, I’d rather be a knife, but it is what it is. The English language finds the most peculiar phrases and uses them to describe things I can’t relate to.

“I do?” I jerk my dick inside her.

She licks her lips and lifts her hips.

Anna just wants me to fuck her all the time. Who would’ve thought this was the same Omega from the day before, the one determined to resist? She is so much more beautiful when she accepts herself. I am completely taken. She owns me.

“Mm-hm,” she says. “You have ears and a nose like us, which is kind of strange. You and the other Hordesmen don’t look like the rest of the Horde. The Horde males have flaps for ears and flatter noses.”

I guess it’s a good time to speak the truth about my people and how we came to be here. “My mother is human.”

Anna gasps. “No way.”

“Yes way.”

“But that means she must’ve been with your dad before the invasion. How?”

“The space gate was on Earth long before my father decided to conquer. Mother fell into it when she was thirteen and came away to Regha. Grew up a human slave in a Beta household before Father found her living with pous.”

“What are pous?”

“Domestic livestock. Pigs.”

“And then?”

“Then he slayed the king and made her a queen. That’s it.”

“How about the other three Hordesmen?”

“They’re not the Hordesmen, Anna. They’re not even members of my Horde.”

“I know. Bear with me here.”

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