Page 17 of Thief

I take out my gag, clear my throat. “What’s wrong?”

Someone knocks on the door.

“Yes?” Eron barks.

“The Horde entered the village. They’re heading for our house.”

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Eron

I throw a tunic over my body and slide the door open.

In the hallway, three of my Betas await for direction when chaos is about to hit the house.

“Where is my mother?” I ask.

“Here." Skirts shuffle, as my terrified mother runs toward me. I hug her, purr, and kiss the top of her head. “It’s gonna be fine.”

“I’d better get going,” she says and locks her hazel eyes with mine, silently asking for approval.

“Take Kate with you.” Pain slices from my dick to my heart. I feel like someone gutted me. Separating from my girl during her heat hurts me, but not as much as it’s gonna hurt her. Omegas go through great pains while in heat. My mother knows this and will help Kate while I’m not able to.Fucking Horde.

My mother enters the bedroom.

“Initiate cloaking,” I say and close the door behind her. The holographic illusion spreads over the wall, until it looks like nothing more than a display for mosaics. Taking two steps at the time, I arrive downstairs, to an audience of Betas. I’m responsible for these people. “How long before they arrive?”

“They’re at Oler’s house,” Nolis, my head Beta, says.

Our house is next. “What are they doing at Oler’s?” I ask.

“Raiding.”

I know that!Patience, patience. “For?”

“Supplies.”

“Excellent.”

Nolis appears confused.

I walk across the foyer and slide down our secret passage, to arrive beneath our house, where we store goods. I wash up quickly and dress in a simple gray work-crew tunic. Sacs filled with grains, clearly marked in Telean and stacked in my storage room, glare at me. I start ripping them with my claws. “Some help here,” I shout. My Betas join me, and we rip the sacs, spill all the supplies, light up the incinerator, and burn the evidence, just as Horde enters the house.

And I know the Horde has come. The screams of my people tell me so. I fucking wanna rip them Horde bitches. Serpent have mercy on my Betas. “Down here,” I shout. “Take everything.”

A Horde male swaggers down the steps, leaps over the railing, and lands right before me. He is as big as any Horde Alpha and appears even bigger when his armor goes up, yellow tattoos glowing on his chest. He snarls, then tilts his head. “You.”

“Me?” I ask.

“I saw you at the house.”

“Which house?”

He grabs my throat. “The merchant’s house.”

“Yes,” I admit.

“What were you doing there?”

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