Page 9 of Alpha Hunger

I run into a hard chest. The prince stares down at me, a smirk on his handsome face. “Running late?”

“Yes. Big hurry. See ya!”

The prince blocks my path. “I want you to meet someone.”

Maybe next month, when I get used to being surrounded by alien maleness.“Okay.”

Terror joins us. This Alpha is bigger and wider than the ones guarding the gate, but not as massive as the prince, though close enough. Together, they’re basically death for humanity, as Hordesmen often are. The prince got his name after he surrounded Los Angeles and starved people until every family that had them gave up their Omegas, and all Terror had to do was walk inside and load them onto hounds that took those women, and reportedly one Omega man, God only knows where. Probably into a breeding facility none of us will ever uncover.

Just looking at them makes me hungry. My belly growls and now my mortification is complete. The prince grins from ear to ear, showing all his sharp teeth. He reaches into the pocket of his pants and pulls out a chocolate bar. He sticks two fingers into his mouth. A whistle zips through the air.

A huge hound comes running around the building as if his life depends on it. I move behind the prince so I don’t get trampled. This is the prince’s hound. I recognize the scars on the animal’s face and body as well as the chopped-off ear. The hound’s name is Hoyev, but the prince calls him Junior. Rumor has it that when the prince first got to Earth, we ambushed him. The prince survived a roadside bomb because Junior covered the prince with his body.

Terror’s hound, marked with red paint, leaps at Junior and takes him down. They start biting, snarling, drawing blood. Not wanting to watch, I stare at the ground and cover my ears.

The prince taps my shoulder, and I look up to see Junior hovering over the other hound, who’s flipped to show his belly. It’s over, and neither animal got terribly hurt. While I hate hounds, I do like animals.

The prince removes the wrapper from the chocolate and waits. Junior strides to him and sits back on his hind legs to receive his treat. When he snaps his teeth, I jump away.

“I get the point, cousin,” Terror says.

“Good,” the prince answers.

Terror smirks. “Does she have a sister?”

What the fuck?

“Maybe.”

Terror smiles. It’s not a nice smile. It looks positively evil. No wonder people named these two after the Horsemen. Terror nods at the prince and walks away, leaving me with my boss.

“Christy will find you a white dress,” the prince says, gaze on Terror’s retreating form.

“What about my sister?”

“You tell me.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Is she another Beta like you?” The prince smirks.

“I don’t have a sister.”

“Indeed.”

“You don’t believe me.”

“No, though I intend to find out.”

I’m pretty sure avoiding the Omega topic will come back and bite me in the ass. For now, I bite my lip, thinking about coming clean and telling him my dynamic, which I’m sure he already knows. Perhaps if I tell the truth, he’ll keep me as a PA.

My boss presses his thumb against my lip. “This is a nervous gesture. You are debating whether lying to me is a good idea or not.” His head dips, and he rattles out a low soothing sound. A purr. “Lies don’t bother me, for I enjoy seeking the truth. You should worry about my fat cock, and if it will fit into your tight asshole.”

I gape. I can’t believe he just said that to me.

“Christy will find you a dress. Be ready when I come for you.”

Chapter 4

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