Page 6 of Thief

Eron

Nolis, a Beta male I’ve known since childhood, stands at the bottom of the stairs, black tunic covering his yellow-green body. His Beta wife, Uliya, smiles up at me as I descend the steps. “Escaped the Horde slaughter, I hear,” she says. “Well done, Alpha.”

“Thank you.”

They walk with me across the entry hall and outside, where the cool summer breeze doesn’t soothe me. The female’s scent calls to me. I stole the Omega the Horde was sent to retrieve. My body and those of everyone in my small coastal village will get strapped onto poles the Horde will line the streets with. In my soul, I know this slave is an Omega. It’s unlike any knowing I’ve ever experienced, and I’ve had many. Like the knowing about the shipment last cycle, when the king transported the goods to Teleans—the one I intercepted and stole. Like the knowing my Alpha father, who was in the Collector unit, had died for bonding and breeding an Omega on her way to the compound, right after he slaughtered his unit’s Alphas, and trying to get away with it. Like the knowing my mother would sail here along with the Horde. Being near thousands of Alphas, makes her feel safe.

Though, no knowing is like the one about the girl in my bedroom. I cannot explain why I instinctively wish to breed her. I have no proof she is even compatible for breeding, and yet I will try anyway. I’m risking everything for a slave girl, based on an elusive instinct.

Snarling, I spin and lock eyes with my Beta. “Send people into Ohala. I want to know what the Horde Alpha is doing at all times. I want all the whispers, and I want to know how long they’re staying. But more importantly, I want to know if they’re searching for Omegas or they found some inside the house. I want the details of their mission.”

“The mission is—”

“Always kept within the Horde?”

“Yes, Alpha.”

“So send people who can get inside the Horde.” Meaning Beta females the Horde will fuck so thoroughly, they’ll be thanking me while relaying information back to Nolis.

I’m the only Alpha here, and I don’t fuck my staff. And while Betas are males with dicks, the Alpha dick, the size, the girth, and the blessed knot are every Beta female’s dream. They’d love to experience knotting, even if it meant tearing their pussies. Alpha cock is a mighty coveted cock, and the slave girl will have it at her disposal. I expect her to worship it. Really, I’m doing her a favor. She’ll never want another male, once she experiences all the things I’m gonna do with her. Yes, she will beg me to stay, and hop on my Alpha dick first thing every morning.

Nolis talks, but I’m in my head, thinking about the girl’s curves, and the handfuls of tits I’m gonna suck. What hides between her legs? What kind of a pussy is human pussy? Is it like a Beta pussy? A hole to fuck and nothing more? Or like an Omega pussy—a tight slit that expands and pulses and drips for the Alpha cock? “Why are you still standing here?” I ask. Perhaps I haven’t communicated clearly enough.

Nolis purses his lips. “I’m trying to understand why you’d risk sending our people into the Horde stronghold.”

“I don’t pay you to understand.”

Nolis nods. “We covered our tracks. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“Obey!” Tonight, I’m not in the mood to be questioned, even if questioning is warranted. Ihavecovered all the tracks, but Nolis doesn’t know what I know, what I found inside that house, and what I stole right under the Horde’s nose.

“Yes, Alpha,” the Betas say in unison. They leave, and I look around for something to do, so I’m not tempted to go back into the room and fuck the Omega.Ka-te. Her name isKa-te, pronounced all wrong in Georgian language, and I must stop referring to her as an Omega. I must tell her she’s to keep our secrets, warn her of the danger of saying something even to my Beta staff. While I trust my Betas with everything, I trust nobody but my mother with my Omega. Ka-te will always be my female, and that’s all people need to know about her.

3

Kate

The morning comes too soon. The light from the open window warms my cheeks, and the scent of the ocean makes me feel like I’m on vacation. I shield my eyes and blink them open, to find the Sycol has risen high in the purple sky and its heat is beating me. Groaning, I crawl from under the blankets, a sweaty mess. I peek up at the bed. The Alpha male is in the room with me, sleeping. This is his bedroom, but our sleeping arrangements could use some modification—namely, me getting a separate room. The house feels big enough. Judging by the distance from the ground, I’m on the third or fourth floor, so unless there’s an army of aliens living here, there should be other rooms where I could stay.

I do my biz outside, on the enclosed balcony, then return to the room and change into a long beige tunic I find draped over the large reading chair. The tunic’s material feels like denim and rubs my sensitive nipples, but it’s better than the white dress, as it covers my body, whereas the other one exposed it. I’m gonna see about getting more of these tunics. Preferably black ones. I’d like to mourn the loss of my sanity, thank you very much.

The Alpha still sleeps, his breathing a soft rattle in the room. Barefoot, I approach the door and press my hand on it. Swipe across. It doesn’t open. I try again. Nothing. Forehead on the cold wall, I sigh.

“Etin Reg, Ka-te. Where to?” he asks.

Good morning to you too, Alpha.“Nowhere.”

“Come here.”

His voice is sleepy, lazy, and the rattle is a purr now. He knows what it does to my body, and my mind needs to catch up, build some soundproof walls. “No thanks,” I say.

“You can’t resist me. It’s a futile fight you will expend all your energy on and lose in the end. Play the games you can win, Ka-te. It’s the smart thing to do.”

“I’ll resist for as long as I damn well please.”

A chuckle, then sheets rustle, and I turn around to find him naked at the window, stretching his powerful body. I take him in. All six-some foot of sage-green muscle, with an ass and thighs that would put the hottest underwear models out of business. The dull pain and the cramp in my lower belly returns, and I swear, heat spreads all over me. It’s a hot flash of lust, but I’m totally succeeding in my opposition. Until he turns around and leans against the window, legs spread open, his manhood pointing up hard and smooth and huge, with a mushroom tip the size of my fist.

Drool fills my mouth, and I swallow. I can’t look away. Before I know it, I’m moving toward him, his purr luring me in like a magnet.

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