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“Yes.”

She twirls a piece of her hair, gaze on the floor. “What now?”

“Go back to bed.”

“I’ve slept the rest of the day and most of the night.”

“I see. Come.” I extend my hand. When she doesn’t move, I snap my fingers. “Come.”

She smiles, and it makes her even cuter. My dick pulses, seed leaks out, and I groan against the contraption compressing the engorged thing. I’ll have to remove the contraption while I’m around this Omega, or I’ll damage my baby-making equipment.

Tabby approaches the sofa and stands there, unsure where to sit. I’ve taken up the entire thing, and I’m not moving. I tap my thigh.

She scrunches up her nose, likely debating if she wants to sit on my lap. I entice her with a purr. The human Omegas are strange. Reluctant to give in to their needs. I am offering comfort and protection. Even though she needs both, she’s refusing. A purr makes it easier for both of us and shortens the confusion time. It’s time wasted. She’ll end up in my lap anyway.

Tabby sits between my legs, and I align her front to mine, her cheek on my chest. I play with her hair and hear a low moan escape her lips before she pinches her lips closed. I suppress laughter, my mood, with her around, instantly improved. Though I can’t get too distracted. I have to keep watch. Speaking of which, I stick two fingers in my mouth and whistle.

Tabby looks up, startled. “What?”

I pat her back. “Miyo needs to wake up.”

“Who is Miyo?”

“My hound.”

“Is it in the house?” Her eyes look like Dreikx’s huge round pod.

“It’s ahe, and no, he’s somewhere outside.”

On cue, Miyo rattles, telling me he’s up and making a round. Maybe I’ll get some sleep, maybe not. It depends. I purr louder, tap my chest, and Tabby rests her head on it. When I am certain her breathing is even and her body relaxed, I begin. “Omega,” I command.

“Yes, Alpha,” she whispers.

It pains me to use this technique with her, but if I don’t, she’s gonna die on me. “Do you have any other names for me?”

“What kind of names?” She reaches up and starts playing with my ear. Briefly, I cease breathing, feeling a bit funny she’s playing with my head ornament. “All the names on your party list. Where can I get those?”

“From Leah.”

“Does Leah have a last name?” Address. Social security number, the best for identification. The king should implement something like that on Regha. Number us all and never miss an Omega. It’s so much easier than storing massive numbers of names in my head.

“Jenkins. She’ll be here in the morning.”

“Why is she coming?” Anyone I don’t know is unwelcome.

“Because of the truck.”

Tabby yawns. I adjust the purr so I don’t put her to sleep. Such a responsive little Omega. I’m fond of her. Maybe I’ll keep her.Ding ding ding.Alarm bells ring in my head. At this time, I cannot afford the distraction of having her. Perhaps after I’ve secured her, killed everyone that’s ever harmed her, I could serve her during the next heat and proceed from there. Humans call this processdating.

Gentle fingers stroke my earlobe, move down my neck, over my chest and abdominals, and try to slide under my pants. My dick pulses, grows, and the contraption pinches me. I rattle out a warning, gritting my teeth.

Tabby lifts her head, blinks sleepy eyes, narrows them. “You did it again, you bastard.” She hits my chest and pushes herself away, but I catch her and wrap my arms around her. “I have to protect you from these people you’ve gotten yourself mixed up with.”

“You don’t have to do shit for me.”

“Wrong. There’s nothing that I won’t do for you.”

She looks at me in disbelief. “Bullshit.”

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