Page 63 of Alpha Hunger

“Their mothers are also human. Hence the funny ears and big noses.”

She gasps. “You don’t have funny ears or a big nose.”

“My ears are head ornaments. My nose is this long thing protruding out of my head. I am unsure why I need either. Both are very strong human…genes and here to stay. Our children, sadly, will also have ornaments.”

Anna laughs, and her pussy squeezes my dick. I will my knot to deflate—I’m sure I’ve seeded her enough to impregnate her three times over, so everything we do from now is for pleasure. My bloodline will survive the ages. I have done my duty, and now I can enjoy my princess. The weight of duty lifts from my chest.

“As a child,” she says, “were you teased about your looks?”

I frown. “If they teased me, it would’ve been taken as a challenge. Nobody would challenge a born Alpha. We will have Alphas. I stake my knot on it.”

“Don’t do that, because if we have an Omega… I like your knot.”

“Why, Anna, I believe this is the first time you’ve paid me a compliment.”

She bites her lip and looks away. “It is. Booo me. You’re the most…unexpected surprise of my life.”

“I hate surprises.” I move her body lower a bit to get a better angle and slip out of her pussy. Anna protests, but I shove a thick middle finger inside her mouth so she can suck on it. She loves sucking. If she’s not sucking on my fat cock, she can imagine she’s sucking on it. It turns her on. I can tell. Her pussy leaks liquid, and I swipe my palm over it, smear it on my face, lick my lips, then grab my dick. I stroke it, letting it leak seed. I aim for her ass. I love fucking her ass. There’s something real dirty about it. I love it even more when she scoots back and impales herself on my cock. “Fuck, Anna, you’re so good for me. It’s just right.”

“Mmmm,” she mumbles.

I move my hips slowly, mainly because I’m afraid of tearing her. We’ve gone many rounds, and her pussy is red, swollen, still leaking lubricant as if it can’t get enough cock. The Serpent blessed me with this Omega. Quietly, I thank him for this gift as I fuck her ass, sometimes slapping her cheeks, sometimes stroking her clitoris.

Anna gushes fluid all over my hand, and I smear it on my body, purring softly to soothe her. I come inside her. Instantly, my thigh muscles lock in spasm.

I grit my teeth.

My calf muscles rise and lock. I withdraw from Anna and turn on my back, biting back the pain.

“Water?” she asks, completely unaware of what’s happening to me.

“It is time,” I tell her.

“Again?” Nude, she stands and drinks, offering me a cup. I nod.

She climbs back into her nest and feeds me water from her hand. She will take good care with me. Putting the cup down, she frowns and presses a hand over my forehead. “We should rest,” she says.

She believes I can’t fuck anymore. It is true. I have bonded my Omega, and it’s time to shed my armor and suffer the regeneration of a new one.

Anna lies next to me and covers us with blankets.

Admitting weakness to my Omega pains me, and I kept thetransitionto myself until after I bonded her. I open my mouth to tell her what’s going to happen to me, but then hear her soft snore. Holy balls, my Omega laid her head on the pillow and fell asleep. I bury my nose in her hair and inhale the scent of my Omega.

* * *

My uncle Loven is a fierce male, a Regha Horde Alpha who claimed an Omega despite knowing King Domins’s vast army would come after him. He taught me to believe in the signs. I sloughed off my armor in the shed. A sign. No?

Despite the thrill of bonding my Omega, the pressure in my chest grows. Doom. I feel it in my aching bones, the raw exposed skin, the headache ravaging my thoughts. I hear everything, but I cannot speak or move a single muscle, including my eyelids or my tongue.

After an Alpha male bonds, he sheds his armor. As the body generates new, sturdier red armor, it takes its sweet time. For some males, it takes days. Sickness is a weakness. Alpha males seldom speak of the bonding aftermath we’ve termedtransition, and many don’t bond in fear of never generating new armor. There have been cases of deaths, and reports of patches of red armor on only parts of the body instead of armor all over are common. Both my uncle Kinre and Vemlox have a combination of red and green armor. It is only my father and Uncle Loven who are completely covered in red armor.

Many Alphas happily avoid the risk of never regenerating armor and breed their Omegas in packs as has always been the way of my people. When you breed as a pack, you don’t bond.

I am a Sewa male, instinctively unable to share.

So here I lie in the shed, useless and, even worse, a burden for my Omega and her family as they gather around me, their scents leaking into my nose.

“What’s wrong with him?” Anna’s dad asks.

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