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“Are you sore?”

She pauses, opens her mouth, and I interrupt. “Don’t lie to me, Leah.”

Something passes over her face, and I scent fear again. I tilt my head. “What is it?”

“I’m not sore yet.”

“I know. After I finish my meal, we’ll continue.” I chew on my cold steak. “You want the cock, don’t you?”

Leah turns away.

“Answer me.”

“Yes, Alpha,” she whispers.

“Louder, please. I’m hard of hearing.”

“Yes, Alpha, I want the cock.”

Mm-hm.“You’ll get it once you’re in heat. Anticipation, remember? Meanwhile, we’re gonna practice and take some of this shame away. While I eat, you will sing. ‘My name is Leah, and I have an idea.’”

She interrupts. “To throttle my Alpha.”

“Ha! You saidmyAlpha. I think my work here is done.”

Chapter 9

Leah

The next day, I awaken alone again, though Fever’s presence never quite leaves me. I like a man who knows what he wants and comes after it. I like being tied up. It relaxes me, and with his commanding ways, he makes me feel like he’ll take care of all things for me. While I love independence, I love a man who takes care of shit too. Fever could be that man or male for me. Unfortunately, luck has never been on my side. I’ve worked hard for everything I have, or rather, don’t have. Good things don’t just fall into my hands.

After showering, I dress in black pants and a shirt. Outside, it’s a beautiful chilly morning, and I shield my eyes from the sun. I don’t know the time, but it looks and feels early, and since nobody defined my office hours, I’m going to come in when I come in. Yesterday’s visit to HR felt like a formality. They already had my bank account information, and they simply gave me a salary quote. When I saw the pay, I signed all the papers as fast as possible lest the prince change his mind.

Instead of walking toward the office on my right, I head for the Omega compound on my far left. Women are coming and going to and from the compound. I nod a greeting as I enter the building. Surprisingly, it’s quiet despite groups of women sitting in various seating areas on both sides of the massive entry hall. I climb the steps to the first floor. Christy is pushing a cart and flinging items inside the open rooms that break up a long narrow hallway. I catch up with him.

Today, he’s wearing a suit and a shaggy red wig. His makeup is perfect.

“Hey,” I greet him. “What time is it? I’m so used to checking the time on my phone that I don’t carry my wristwatch anymore. I should. Tech is random, coming and going whenever the Horsemen feel like it.”

“Mornin’, Leah. It’s seven fifteen, and the Hordesmen have nothing to do with the tech.”

We walk to the end of the hall, into the service room where Christy moves onto the balcony and grabs a rope, then yanks it.

“I thought the Hordesmen control the tech,” I say, frowning at the rope in his hand.

“They did.”

“Um, care to elaborate?”

“I’m not at liberty to say any more. You’ll have to ask your man.”

“He’s not really my man.”

“Male,” Christy corrects, but that’s not the point and he knows it. “Is he really thirteen inches?” he asks as he stacks unlabeled white bags on the cart.

“He is massive and pierced.”What the hell?I’m bragging.

“I just turned into a green-eyed monster,” Christy says.

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