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He fucking purrs at me. “The Horde is staying.”

It is unfortunate I have not eaten or drank, and thus appear as a simple male, unable to comprehend his very simple words. “What are you saying?”

“Exactly what I said.”

I’m gonna take my sweet time and find out what he’s saying and what has happened here while I rotted in the dungeons. And when I do find out what has happened, I will be able to make better decisions. If I am dead, I can’t make any decisions. So I nod. “All right.”

“If you keep me fed, I will protect your little secret. The one my finest scout uncovered at your home.” He licks his lips and smacks them. “Human Omega pussy leaves a taste in the back of my throat. Makes me wanna eat my own tongue. Addictive. A male can go crazy for it, hm?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Loven grunts in approval. “The king supplies the armies via ports. Ohala is one such port. Go out there, Eron, intercept every one of the shipments, and bring them to me, because my males need to eat. That is your mission.”

“That’s it?”

“Was I unclear?”

I throw my head back and laugh. It’s something I’d say. “Very clear, Alpha. Very clear.”

11

Kate

Since we have not eaten or drank much, fatigue took over on the third day. Though Veme understood the level of my discomfort when she decided to camp with me in Eron’s bedroom, she was reluctant to leave me suffering on my own.

She said she often wished for another Omega’s company. Not me. I wanted to get through this damned thing on my own, mainly because I could not and never would masturbate in front of Eron’s mom. Politely, I asked her to leave.

This morning, before she left, she personally supplied me with food and water to last me a week. She said, by the way my heat was unfolding—meaning its slow, gradual pace—it would last for a minimum of ten days.

She seemed excited by this, while I just wanted to cry. The phalluses she ordered never arrived, and so I lie on my back and make use of my fingers, careful not to rub my sensitive clit too hard.

I’ve scrubbed the poor thing for the better part of the morning, starting right after Veme left. The orgasms help relieve the pressure in my belly, but the reprieve is short lived.

It’s been way more than three days, it seems, since Eron got arrested. Maybe five. I fear Eron won’t return. I fear he will return and claim me, and I will become this mindless creature, crawling around the bedroom, begging him to mount me. Begging anyone to mount me.

Oh but I understand Eron’s mother now, and the reasons she has decided to live in seclusion. In the absence of the male she has chosen as her mate, she would rather go through these pains than belong to a pack.

Sometimes, she told me, the heart chooses, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it.It is what our king doesn’t understand. We, the Omegas, choose partners, based on how we feel, not how good their standing is in the king’s army. Most of us happily thrive in packs, but some of us would rather be left alone.

She hoped I wasn’t one of the ones who’d rather be left alone.

I’m not.

I’d rather have Eron here.

The admission feels like guilt, and coming to terms with the necessity of an Alpha male during the heat will take some time. I just hope I have the time. The Betas who stayed are growing impatient. Eron hasn’t come. Lack of news has made some of them disobedient, and Nolis takes drastic steps to squash their disobedience. I hear the screams, though I haven’t opened the window to look at what’s happening downstairs.

I push three fingers inside my pussy and pump them, while grabbing my breast, twisting my nipple, sighing in relief.

A door slides open and closes.

I leap up, ready to bolt.

Then I see him. Eron.

He’s not wearing the dirty gray tunic he left with, but black pants and a silk gray shirt. His clean face is bruised, one side of it more than the other.

He stands at the door but doesn't move toward me.

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