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“Yes, Alpha.”

“Tell me about Travis.”

Kitten is quiet for a while, then she says, “He proposed to me.”

“Proposed what?”

“Marriage.”

I tap my claw on her shoulder. “I will challenge him, rip out his guts, and feed Miyo the soft parts. Slice by slice.”

Kitten chuckles, and her pussy squeezes my knot. I groan and twitch my dick inside her. Tabby moans, and it almost sounds like a purr. She wiggles her ass, and I slap it. “Don’t move. You’ll tear yourself.”

She rubs her ass cheek.

My knot deflates, and reluctantly, I pull out of her warm tight hole. As if by magic, Kitten’s pupils shrink, and the brown color returns.

“I’ve never met an Omega like you.” I can breed her whenever I want and not whenever her heat hits. Nobody will ever know. She’s my sweet dirty secret.

Chapter 16

Arkin

The warm bath soothes my Omega, and she rests her back against my chest, sighing in relief. In the mirror, I check the bump on my forehead from when I cracked Kerod’s armor and gave him a concussion. Far better than killing him.

An Omega in heat can send several Alphas into a rut. Hundreds of Omegas in heat send Alphas into ruts and competitions for the right to breed them. It is why Collectors are specially trained for Omega handling. We do not fall into ruts, though I came close to tearing my kitten in the hall and against the wall.

I run a claw down her shoulder, kiss behind her ear, and she cranes her soft neck to give me better access. The smell of her receding heat blossoms in the bathroom, mixes with my bonding scent as I release pheromones to entice her into breeding with me some more. Though I’m fairly certain I’ve bred her, I can’t seem to stop.

Her breast is small and barely a handful. I stroke a nipple with my thumb, sometimes rolling it between the tips of my fingers. Tabby moans. I slide my palm farther down, pausing at her belly. “This belly is gonna grow and grow. I will pump you full of my babies. Five years from now, when all this madness is over, you won’t remember a life without me or the babies you’ll be parenting.”

Tabby stills. I keep going, fingertips lightly touching her mound. “This pussy is small but slick.” I slip a finger inside and pull it out, showing her the sticky slickness of her natural lubricant. I smear it over her pouty lips, pressing my finger inside. She opens her mouth, and her red tongue licks my middle finger. With my other hand, I stroke the very important clitoris.

Tabby sucks on my middle finger, nearly growling at me. I chuckle and stand abruptly to dry myself, stretching my body, letting her see my dick and the cum it’s spurting as it anticipates more breeding. Tabby stares at me in awe. It’s nice to know she finds me attractive, a suitable Alpha for her needs.

“Arkin?”

“Yes, Omega.”

“Melanie isn’t really on vacation, is she?”

The press has no idea the mayor died. We’re gonna keep it that way for a while longer. “No.”

“What happened to her?”

“She fell out the window.”

“That’s horrible.”

“It’s a far better fate than what would have awaited her if she lived. Don’t feel bad. Rejoice she died quickly.” People involved with Betaren currently line the streets, and I’m quite happy. We have yet to find them all, but it’s only a matter of days. It’s one thing to invent products that suppress the scent or even the nesting instincts of human Omegas. It’s a whole other thing to try to kill off the Omega population. Omegas are sacred. Without them, the Regha Alphas will die out.

“Where are you going?” she asks.

“Gonna check in next door. You can miss me while I’m gone.” I wrap a white towel around my waist and head out of the bathroom. A full laundry basket catches my eye. I grab the thing, gaze on the Omega. “This is heavier than you.”

She’s watching the water, playing with the bubbles, and I notice a tear sliding down her cheek. I put the laundry basket down and fold my hands over my chest. “Have you seen the news?”

“I saw yesterday’s recording.”

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