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I search the perimeter for the pilot’s brain and find him down the mountain, alive and unconscious. Maybe I’ll send for a rescue team, maybe I won’t. The man with the flowers crawls over my lawn, moving away from the chopper. “Help,” he cries. “Help,” a little louder this time.

“Stand,” I say inside his head.

He vaults upright as if he’s a puppet on strings.

“The princess belongs to me,” I say out loud.

Tamey turns and watches me. To win the heart of a barbarian race’s princess, perhaps I myself must become a barbarian. And so I will.

I send a suggestive thought. The man jumps off the cliff.

I remain sitting. “Is the nest ready for me?”

“Yes, Alpha.”

“Excellent,” I tell her and click my com. “Hello, Mike. The voice-over recording of the king of Earth is flawed. You really should work on your skills more, particularly with how you voice their rattle.”

“Dreikx,” he says in his own voice as I stand. “I know about the princess.”

“Then I suggest you make the call to the imposter king. Surely that’s big news.” Meanwhile, I have better things to do.

Chapter 11

Tamey

Father taught the Regha Alphas that Omegas are distractions and death traps, and that Alphas are responsible for their own behavior. If one can’t handle himself around an Omega, one is severely punished, sometimes starved to death, depending on the offense. It’s not my fault the human presumed bringing me flowers would be a great idea. It’s not my fault Dreikx punished him, but why the man threw himself off the cliff, I don’t know. He could’ve stayed on our lawn and begged for mercy.

The energy coming from my Alpha speaks of violence. Violence makes my lower belly contract and liquid gush out of me. I stand before him in full display of my dynamic, my markings, and my fertility.

The silver pupils of his eyes expand, and his nostrils flare, but he holds on to the incredible control over himself. He doesn’t attack me and mount me on the floor. I extend my hand, and he takes it. We walk upstairs and into my room, then proceed to the smaller space attached to the room.

He doesn’t enter. He knows to wait. I bite my lip. “What do you think?”

Dreikx looks around. “Of the walk-in closet?”

“Of my nest. It’s a nice small space with no bed. Beds are stupid, and I don’t like them.”

“The mood is…lovely.”

“Thank you, Alpha. You may come in.”

Dreikx removes his shoes before entering my nest and releases the cloth I nailed to the wall, secluding the room from the bedroom and light coming from the windows.

I drop to my knees.

Dreikx’s pupils shine in the dim space lit only by the candles I placed at the top of the two closet racks. Of six candles total, four are lit. I’ve spent two days making the bedding for my nest, and I’ve stripped every room of its pillows. My nest, if small, is comfortable and warm, and, more importantly, inviting. In a small closed space like this, my scent fills the room and can’t escape. No Alpha can resist it. I wonder if this one can.

I find him terribly sexy. All my life, males have begged for my attention, but this one here slowly unzips his black suit. It’s a jacket of sorts. The lean, powerful muscles of his back flex as he hangs it neatly on the rack. He removes his pants and hangs those too.

Then he turns to me. I’m fairly certain when my aunt Kingsley kept saying swimming is the best way to keep fit and she went on to describe men and women with a swimmer’s body, she described Dreikx’s body. Lean and with mean muscle definition.

I gasp. Under his lower belly, there is no penis nor balls. Way down below the belly is what appears to be a navel. But it’s a long line, and not a misplaced belly button as if Dreikx might’ve never had an umbilical cord.

“It seems you can incite me into mating easily,” he says and looks at his middle. Under the skin and between his legs, something grows. The navel-line stretches, and the head of a red penis pokes out. It’s the size of my fist, and as the line stretches, the penis grows and grows until it’s out completely and hanging nearly down to his knee. There it is. A thick long red penis that emerged from hiding.

My jaw slackens, and I gape.

“And now you understand why I trained myself to keep my equipment restrained. Otherwise, it will restrict my movement.”

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