Page 5 of The Blind Hordesman

“You put me in the cage. That’s what you did. I know who you are,” she says. “You’re the Death Hordesman. Not really a Regha Alpha, not really human. King Father says you’re weaker than a Regha Alpha.”

“King Father, hm?” Since Raven took the throne, Tayseer is now King Father, and my aunt, Jewel, is Queen Mother. Since Raven killed the imposter’s son, I am unclear what King Father means to her. I’ll get clarification later. “Your King Father can lick my balls. Oh wait, that’s why he left you here.” I laugh. “Listen, Pup, I’m trying to decide if I should set up camp or burn this place down. You wanna help me decide?”

“Your army is already setting up camp.”

“But I haven’t decided if we’re staying. They hope we’re staying.” I give her a few seconds to reply. When she doesn’t, I continue. “No? No help from you? That’s fine.”

“Set up camp, Alpha,” she says. “Don’t burn the place down.”

“Why not?”

“Because…because it’s my home.”

My Warlords laugh.

“That’s decided, then.” I stand. “Set up camp, but don’t get too comfortable.”

Cheers sound all around. My males are tired. The hounds have been dragging their asses for days since we haven’t rested well for weeks. In my opinion, we’re moving too slow, even though Noslov claims we’re advancing through the country quickly. We’ll need to make up these rest days. Meanwhile, I’m gonna have King Father’s spoiled brat serve me.

I sit on the cage and prop my foot up, waiting for my males to set up my tent, a big ol’ thing with a desk and a few sitting places for my scouts to rest when they return from the field. With a large country like this one to cover and the imposter on the run, I sent out scouts every which way and expected them to return with information. Any information, or even a rumor at this point, will get me moving toward the location the scouts deliver. Dreikx and the scouts assure me the imposter is riding with a small group of males, posing as one of ours.

People wouldn’t question this, wouldn’t think anything of Alphas moving about. And yet he’s got armies, thousands of Swarm popping up in cities back in the States. Somehow, he’s coordinating attacks and taking over towns. The Swarm and the attacks aren’t my problem, though. With Raven on Regha, Dreikx should be on top of the Swarm activity.

“All set, Alpha,” Noslov says, then lingers near me, his breathing pattern sounding aroused.

“Is she pretty?” I ask in Rahkan.

“Yes, Alpha.”

“Is she in a cage, and I’m holding the key?”

“Yes, Alpha.”

“Then why are you lingering?”

His footsteps retreat, and I hear chuckling as he goes back to his fellow warriors and makes jokes about me and my new acquisition. “Bunch of fucking comedians in my ranks,” I shout. “Got nothing better to do than yap.” Laughter follows me inside my tent. Now, four males always set up my tent the same way. The desk with my chair on the left, right next to a cooler with liquid and food. The sitting area made of a few chairs on the opposite wall to the entrance. My sleeping room with furs separated from the main area on my right. I move toward my “bedroom” and drag the cage to the corner farthest away from the entrance. I crouch beside her, and the moment I do, she scoots away as far as she can, which isn’t very far.

“Here’s what’s happening, Pup. I’m gonna open the cage, and you’re gonna crawl out nice and slow, then stand next to it. Once you’ve done that, you will say, ‘Done, Alpha.’”

I open the cage door and stand.

As quiet as a mouse, the Omega moves, and I feel the slight displacement of air from her movement as she stands in front of me. “Done.”

She keeps missing words at the end of her sentences. That’s okay. If she doesn’t find it necessary to call me Alpha, perhaps I am unworthy. One doesn’t simply tell people to call them Alpha, one inspires this kind of sentiment, and I intend to inspire her.

Because of her breathing, I can ascertain her height to be about five foot seven. I can also gauge the position of her face. It’s turned up, and she’s staring right at me. I reach out and stroke her cheek. She steps away. I grab the back of her neck and bring her to me, bury my nose into her hair, and release my scent. I stroke the back of her neck with my thumb.

“Fear me,” I say. “The scent of your fear mixed with the sweet scent you’re gonna release for me just now makes me excited. You’re the imposter’s child. Did I get that right?”

I hear her tongue swipe her lips, feel her body relax under my scent, and I keep stroking her skin. She might be combative, but she’s also responsive as an Omega should be. Her silence confirms my suspicions. “Are you made or naturally born?”

The Omega says nothing. I’m unsure if she’s defying me on purpose or if she’s swept up in my scent, so I continue. “Your daddy is running from me. He leaves me with his people, which I call his assets. If I can’t kill him, I will kill his assets. I am on a mission to destroy all that he owns, including you and your sisters. Do not mistake me for a Collector. Their job is to dance around an Omega like little pussies. My job is to bring death to all the enemies of the Regha crown. And so I will.”

“The Regha crown belongs to King Father. You know this.”

I kiss the top of her head. She smells of peach and pussy, and some night, maybe even tonight, I’m gonna lick her.

“Have you always spoken your mind with no mouth filter?” I grip her hip. She stills, but I pat her hip, assuring her I will not violate her body. While we do kill and destroy, we don’t violate Omegas. My mother is an Omega.

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