Page 6 of The Blind Hordesman

“King Father encouraged me to speak up when I disagreed.”

“We’re gonna get along beautifully. Go on and get me something to eat. I feel like chicken.”

“We need them for eggs.”

“What is it with human Omegas and eggs, hm? That’s all my queen aunt ever made.”

“She probably can’t cook anything else.”

“I sense snark. I’ll tell you what. Make me dinner. Let’s see how you cook.” I step back.

The Omega steps forward and turns up her face, her breath hitting my neck as she speaks. “Would you like a warm bath? Maybe I could also shine your armor, sharpen your ax, feed your hound, and tuck you in bed at night.”

Oh, the fucking sass. “I’m gonna have you do all those things and more.”

“And maybe I could get on my knees and suck you off.”

“My dick is a privilege you’ll have to earn.”

She rounds me and knocks my arm with her shoulder. I laugh. She’s picking a fight with me. This is wonderful.

Soft steps walk out of the tent.

I shout, “Return, Omega.”

Nope, nothing. Soft footsteps march down the ranks. The males stop breathing as she walks by them because she’s nude, defiant, pretty, and so fucking mine for the duration of my stay here. I rattle off a sound of warning and storm outside the tent, march after her. “Omega.”

She picks up her pace and starts running.

Now I have this image of her tits swaying everywhere for all eyes to see, and I hate that I can paint pictures in my head. I run after her, catching up just as she enters what I presume is a house. As I run, I take out my axes and spread them out so the metal can touch the walls and ring a sound back at me. This way, I know where the fuck I’m going. Below me, women whisper. Near me, Warlords chat. This house has one floor and a basement. I tune out the noise and follow her steps. A door opens and closes. I snort. As if a door will stop me.

Ax on the door, I strike it softly, making cuts as I knock. “Open.”

The wind brushes my body. She opened the door. I enter and sniff, learn it’s her room. Uninterested in the layout because she won’t be staying here, I say, “Get your shit. Not too much shit, only enough to last you a few days, though at the rate you’re going, I presume you’ll spend most of it naked.”

Drawers open and close; footsteps approach. The Omega hits my chest. “Here you go. Take this back to your male cave while I make you dinner.”

I grab whatever hit my chest and feel clothes. Soft and thick winter clothes. “Breaking you might bring me more joy than killing your daddy.”

She pushes past me, again bumping me with her shoulder, trying to knock me over.

I can’t even with this one. Laughing, I exit her room.

Chapter 4

Kiki

Dressed in a black sweater and my favorite worn jeans, fur boots, and a scarf, I walk into the kitchen. Growing up, I remember King Father would bring Swarm males away from the hive and let them hatch here. The hive males, still inside large developing egg-shaped shells, hatched in the barns.Are you born or made?the Hordesman asked. Made and hatched inside the hive. Once King Father confirmed he had successfully made an Omega, he separated me from the hive and brought me here. Human Betas raised me until I could fend for myself. When I was fifteen, during the week when Grandma visited, the human women died. Grandma poisoned them so they wouldn’t speak of me.

The next day, my replicas came. All Betas, most as functioning as Father’s Swarm. I call them my sisters, but I know they hate me for being Father’s favorite, and I wonder if they’ll use this opportunity to get rid of me. I’m the only Omega here, after all. Collectors will come for me, but not for them. I shiver at the thought of going into enemy ranks and breeding with one of their packs of Alphas.

Since my home used to feed Swarm hatchlings, we have a large kitchen. Cooking relaxes me, allows me to think, and it’s a special time I like spending alone. Except now I’m not alone. Warlords march through the kitchen, using it to get to the other side of the ranch more quickly. I glare at the muddy floors, wondering if perhaps I could run. A glance out the window at the thousands of males, not to mention the harsh winter conditions, dissuades me immediately. I better cook that asshole something with a bone he can choke on. With that in mind, I smile and grab my apron, then head for the fridge.

Noslov throws a slab of meat on the table. Blood pools around the dead thing and drips on the floor. He points. “I’ll have this part here. Cut thin. Don’t cook it.”

“I know how to prep for an Alpha. I have a pack of five, remember?” Alphas hate competition.

He smirks and swaggers over to me, then puts both hands on the counter, effectively caging me in front of the sink. He sniffs my neck. “When Seer’s done with you, he’ll either strap you on a pole and leave you here for the Collectors or give you to me. You can refuse him, you know. He’s not gonna mind or give a shit, especially if you ask for me. If I were you, I’d pick me.”

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