Page 71 of Alpha Hunger

I accept the box and take out the small note from the envelope stuck atop the box.

“Dear Prince,

Welcome to the family. Come by sometime, and let’s chat over tea. I hate coffee too.”

The scent from the box’s contents reaches my nose. I chuckle.

“Here.” I open the box and offer it to Arkin. “Taste.”

Arkin gets an oval cookie and takes a small bite. His eyes widen, and he eats the rest in one swallow, then reaches for more.

I close the box. “Fuck off my cookies.”

“How is this possible?” he asks.

Anna smiles. “My aunt is the best baker I know.”

“I bet.” Arkin narrows his eyes at me but says nothing. I can’t burden my Omega with more theories of her family’s involvement with the imposter and his abominations. I believe her aunt knew about her uncle’s shady business. The moment she found out he was a cheater, she flipped. She shot him point blank, baked me cookies, then left before I raided the house.

The cookies taste like Omega pussy with a hit of Betaren. The aunt uses Betaren as an ingredient, and although Melanie is dead, the aunt is alive and wants to talk.

"While you're away," he says, "I will crush the Betaren project and line the streets with their bodies on poles."

"When I return, I will enjoy the view." In my absence, Arkin will care for the city, and the aunt is his source to explore. My Omega and I are going hunting.

Epilogue

Anna

Months later

Mexico treats us well. The Horde plows through towns and cities. In the endless green villages, people welcome us into their homes and want to feed us things I’ve never thought of eating. We eat everything. Loyette and I are growing bellies. We're pregnant together. I’ve spoken more Spanish than ever.

Last month, the Swarm abominations tried to breach the Horde camp. That’s when I saw him. The fourth Hordesman, the one named after Death. He and his Warlords rode through the edges of the Horde camp, leaving thousands of Swarm bodies baking in the sun. He spent three days strapping the live ones to poles he arranged around the camp.

One pole, right outside my tent, stands empty. This one is for Domitay, the male Raven still hunts.

Hence, Raven is rarely around.

I’m taken care of, but I miss him.

He hunts relentlessly, coming home early in the morning with captives. People scream throughout the day as he tortures them for information. As my belly grows, I fear he’ll miss out on the baby’s birth. We don’t know if it’s a boy or girl. It makes no difference to me.

Shouts awake me. I roll over and pat my belly, then rise for a potty break. Unfortunately, our potty is outside, so I grab the first light robe I get my hands on and walk as I dress.

In the front tent room, a male greets me. I scream and jump away. “You should not be here.” I’m nearly naked, and I gotta pee. “Raven will lose his mind if he finds out you’re here.”

“I’m sorry to hear about your father.”

I scrub my eyes, hoping the sleep haze will go away. “Thank you,” I mutter and blink my eyes open. The male lights another lantern and holds it up. I frown. He looks an awful lot like Raven. Or rather, Raven looks like him. Holy shit, it’s the Regha king. It can’t be anyone else. There’s just something royal about him. And sexy.Eeeek. I can’t believe I just thought that!

“You may call me Tay.”

He’s granting me a boon. “Thank you.”

“Welcome. And while you’re thankful, rest assured your father’s quick death was far more favorable than what I would have done to him.”

Okaaaay.

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