Page 2 of The Blind Hordesman

Ayo whines, a sad begging sound as if I’m torturing him. I sniff. “You smell pussy?” I ask him and release his neck.

He whines again because now he’s torn between leaving me alone and going to eat.

Growling and tearing sounds tell us his pack has reached the livestock. Scared animals wail for help. There will be none coming. The hounds are hungry, and this is the way of nature. All prey either hides or dies. Like the girls hiding in this barn.

Careful of where I step, I walk across the floor, the smell alone telling me it’s a barn. Splash-splash, my boots stomp over water. My left boot kicks a bucket. It rings in the place and rolls, hits the wall, stays there. I walk to it and touch the inside. “Which one of you smartasses thought this up, hm?”

Nobody answers. One of the girls filled buckets of water and spilled it over the floor, thereby washing away their scent. The air smells of hay and cows, the human hiding place very difficult to detect even to my senses. “Ayo, anything?”

He scratches the floor.

Pretty sure the girls are hiding underneath the floorboards, I walk around until the sound of my bootsteps bounces off the empty hole under the floor. Over it, I tap my foot. “You know I’m a pretty good dancer.” I dance across the floor, feeling for the length of the opening and the depth of the hole. It’s pretty big. One could fit a cow down there. Once I’m sure I have the measurements of the opening, I stop and yank the latch I almost tripped over.

Gasps sound.

I peer inside as if I could see something. I can’t see shit, but I’m a fucking scarecrow, and the women scream.

Not one or two. At least ten of them. Luckily, I wear a bull’s-head helmet as part of my armor, so the sound doesn’t give me a headache. “Quiet,” I bark.

Something hits my helmet. I swipe the place and bring my fingers to my nose. “Oh hey, jam. I love sweet things.”

“It’s marmalade, not jam.”

“Excuse the fuck out of me, smartass. Did you throw it at my head?” No answer. I bet that’s the one who spilled water on the floor. “What’s your name?”

“Rickie Lee.”

A holy-hotness name. “Kiki, I just subscribed to your porn channel.”

“It’s Rickie or Lee.”

“Kiki.”

Another jar hits my head. Under my helmet, I smile. “Kiki, I’m your channel’s biggest fan. Come out from the hole and let me show you how I intend to fangirl.”

Chapter 2

Kiki

The enemy has found us. Judging by the description and what I overheard from King Father, the male with bull armor must be the Warlord Alpha. I don’t like him, but I should’ve probably not thrown the second jar of marmalade at his head. My temper got the best of me. I didn’t like being called Kiki.

I don’t fear him, though. King Father said these Alphas won’t hurt Omegas. The male who wears bull armor, complete with horns sticking out of the helmet and painted red eyes, stands and steps away from our hideout.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” he says. “Nice and easy, all you girls are gonna walk out and form a line against the wall.”

Janice and I exchange a look. Nobody moves. There’s ammunition and guns here, but none of us dare use it. I may not fear the Warlords, but I know better than to shoot at them. Bullets pierce their armor but can’t inflict death immediately, or I’d have tried to kill him already.

“If anyone has a hearing problem, Kiki dear, you can speak up and separate the hearing impaired from non-hearing impaired. Otherwise, don’t make me repeat myself.” He taps his foot. “Out of the fucking hole!” he shouts.

My sisters scamper up the stairs, tripping over each other. Dust from their frantic footsteps above falls into my eyes, and I rub them, blinking.

The Warlord crouches at the exit and blocks my way. “Kiki, is that you?”

Looking up, I start climbing. “No.” Technically, I don’t know any Kikis. “My name is Rickie Lee.”

When I reach him, he grabs the back of my neck and yanks me up in one swift move. I scream and beat his armor, kicking with legs and arms. He slaps my bottom. One, twice, three times, and throws me on the hay. I scramble back, all the way to the wall, my breaths coming out in pants. “My pack is gonna kill you,” I tell him.

“Your what?”

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