Page 17 of The Blind Hordesman

I lean back and cross my arms over my chest. “You came here to talk about Collectors?”

“You have a distraction we can’t afford.”

“You should’ve joined the Collectors, then.”

“Don’t insult me.”

“Or else?” I drum my claws on the table.

Noslov snarls. “Look at us arguing over an Omega. It’s wrong, Seer. Something on this ranch smells wrong.”

He’s right. I sense the same thing. “I smell nothing.”

“Because your brain is clouded and stuffed with her scent.”

I press my palms onto the desk and rise, hovering over him, daring him to rise with me. “That Omega is none of your business.”

“The Collectors can’t get here soon enough.”

“We are Warlords and under no obligation to turn in an Omega. We do what we want and how we want it done. Or did you forget?”

“King Tayseer—”

I interrupt him. “Raven is king now.”

“Yeah, and he believes you will find and kill the imposter.”

“So I will.”

Noslov is quiet.

“Say it!” I shout.

“She will ruin you.”

Noslov is my finest Warlord, or he wouldn’t make second-in-command. It’s only a matter of time before he challenges me for the rights to breed her. He is right to question me, and he is right about the Collectors. They can’t get here soon enough.

“It’s my duty to question you,” he adds.

There ya have it. “Fine. But let it come out of genuine care for the well-being of our warriors and not from the place it’s currently coming from.”

He chuckles. “You know what your problem is?”

“I’m sure you’ll tell me.”

“You think you can sense everything.”

“I can.”

“You’re wrong.” With that, he gets up and strides away. At the exit, he stops. “What should I tell the males?”

The conversation with Dreikx and his reminder about the crown that’s supposed to go on my head, put me in a bad mood. I don’t fucking call him, and I damn well don’t answer to him even if he is the new prince. But his work ethic and his persistence in searching for the imposter also brings me full circle and back to my problem, which is finding the imposter, not finding the smoothest way into Omega pussy. With that in mind, I ask Noslov to summon three division Alphas into my tent. Not fifty miles from here, Dreikx detected movement he believes is the imposter’s supply chain leading farther north, toward a walled city.

While we spent time in the States, neglecting Canada, the imposter thrived and even built walls around some of “his” cities. Dreikx takes it personally since this is his territory. And aren’t I polite for conquering his territory, hm?

“We should all leave for the supply chain,” Noslov says.

“We’re vulnerable out here, and the imposter might try to take advantage of it. We stay because I believe he led us to this location for the same reason you want us to leave. The Omega.”

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