Page 2 of Thief

A-hole chuckles.

The Telean shakes his head.

Oh no, no, nope. “Please,” I beg him.

The pair of Alphas starts dragging me. I dig in my heels, but my fight is futile.

A female servant bursts into the room and shouts, “Horde! Horde is here!”

The Regha Alphas let me go, then topple over each other on their way out. In a blink, the lights go out, the room turns pitch black again, and I hear nothing. Everyone’s cleared out. What the hell just happened? What in God’s name is a Horde? Whatever it is, it sounds good. It made the Alphas and other species scatter like bugs. I laugh like a lunatic. Not a single person is left in the room.

Screams of pain and shouts of terrified people sound all around me. The light flips on. I startle and turn. The third Regha Alpha, the quiet one who observed the auction from the corner of the room. Unable to hold onto my sanity, I keep laughing. I’ve lost my shit, but hey, the auction is off.

Calmly, the male picks up a burning-hot oil lantern and walks to me. He’s a six-foot-seven sage-green imposing monster, who makes my belly clench, and a cramp drop like a stone lower down my belly. It makes my pussy walls contract.

“I’ve met many stupid people,” he says in a way of greeting.

I wipe tears from my eyes. “I must be one of them.”

“Your previous owner was one of them, dear.”

“I don’t know about that.” I hate A-hole, but he’s far from stupid.

A loud bang shakes the wall.

I flinch. The Alpha doesn’t. His emerald plates they call armor slither over his body, making him harder, bigger, and more imposing. My body ignites, my nipples perk up, my breasts become heavy, and—oh—the worst thing happens. My pussy walls clench, and liquid spills out of my channel, to tickle my inner thigh. Did I just start my period? I can’t even look. I’m mortified, hot everywhere.Shit for timing!

The male smiles so wide, his face positively shines. “What are you named?”

“Kate.”

“Ka-te. Like Telean candy bars. I love sweet things.” He winks.

“It’sKate.”

“I will give you two choices, Ka-te. One—I walk out and leave you here. The Horde will not hurt you. They will use your body while you’re in heat, then turn you over to Collectors so they can examine the similarity of your scent to that of a Regha Omega. That is if you display for them as you have for me. Two—you come with me and never see this place again.”

“I want Option Number Three.”

“There are only two. Even I can’t best the Regha Horde Alpha.”

“Give me one of those pretty daggers, so I can end my life here and now.” I’m gonna stab him and make a run for it. At this point, I’ve got nothing to lose.

He sobers up, grabs my neck, and squeezes. “We’re leaving.”

He’s choking me. I fight him. I’m gonna break my hands on his armor. It’s like beating a rock. Maybe he’ll do me a favor and strangle me. Who wants to be a slave anywhere, let alone on an alien planet? Not me. If I can’t escape, I’d rather go with Jesus. Daddy is there too.

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Eron

The merchant’s claims that he found an alien female who responds to Regha Alphas the way our own Omegas do are true. He’s so stupid that he boasted about the female, and it reached the Horde’s ears. They came and will slaughter every male in this house. But not me. I’ve come prepared, my spies already alerted me of Horde’s approach into our quiet coastal town.

The alien named Ka-te slumps in my arms, and I lay her on the ground. The thin, bony, small thing with dark-brown hair, but with a sharp tongue and a scent only an idiot would leave behind, still breathes. I didn’t kill her, nor would I damage her. I simply took her breath away, so she would be quiet during our escape.

Stripping off my black tunic, I’m left in only a leathertilover the lower part of my body. I pat the Horde insignia on the pocket, one my mother embroidered for this outing. Posing as a Horde Alpha, I holster the female over my shoulder and open the door to hell. Bodies of males line the short hallway. I watch where I step as I head up the stairs, rubbing shoulders with king’s Horde males who rush the house through the windows and doors. Horde raids leave few survivors.

Outside, blood coats the sand, the Angry River made redder by the floating bodies. I walk across the bridge. Where’s my hound? Horley spots me and approaches with a whine. He’s got a gash on his flank and a mouthful of something that looks suspiciously like an arm.

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