Page 4 of The Blind Hordesman

“On my arm.”

“Which one?”

“Right bicep.”

“You’re branded as an Omega,” he says and strokes my shoulder again. My insides ignite, and I press my legs together, wishing he would step away.

“That’s right.” The more he strokes me, the hotter he makes me, and slowly, liquid trickles out of me and trails down my thigh.

“There we go. Your pussy says hi to me via her sweet scent, and I now can tell your scent from the rest. You may crawl to your cage.” He steps away.

I glance at the cage and shake my head.

“Get in there, Kiki,” he shouts.

I drop to all fours and crawl, my heavy breasts swaying, my face hot from embarrassment. When I reach the cage, Noslov opens the door. I hate and love the way Noslov is looking at me. On one hand, he’s attracted and finds me beautiful, and I smell his dynamic, the pheromones he’s throwing my way. On the other hand, he’s an enemy, and my Father would kill me if I betrayed him.

Noslov closes the door, and his Alpha walks over to the cage and sits atop it again, one boot hitting the cage’s bars. “Obnoxious,” I whisper so quietly, even these super-hearing males can’t hear me. I’ve been practicing disobedience tones all my life. King Father never heard me whisper, or whimper or cry, not even when he punished me for cutting my hair. I let it grow long since. I wouldn’t dare cut it again.

“I have many more cages. Who wants to go next?”

My sisters drop their clothes.

This time, it’s Noslov who inspects them. Once done, he steps aside. “All branded as Betas. Right biceps.”

The Warlord Alpha grunts and drops a thick rope into my line of view. He bends and ties it around one bar, then, to my horror, starts dragging the cage out the door, where thousands of Alphas stroll around the property. Most carry dead livestock, and the ones not carrying livestock are digging holes and setting up tents. Even their work doesn’t deter them from staring at me. I cover my private parts and turn into a tomato-faced ball as they chuckle and laugh, throwing male lines at the Alpha who’s dragging me.

As he passes through his ranks, a male throws me a bone. I stare at it for a second, pick it up, and fling it back at him.

The male laughs. “Got a feisty one.”

The Alpha stops and drops the cage. My teeth rattle. He crouches and removes his helmet. Pitch-black eyes stare at me, not quite locked with mine, but that’s a blessing. Because I’m free to look at his face. He’s beautiful, humanoid, rough and charming, with dimples when he smiles. He’s also the Death Hordesman hunting King Father, I remind myself.

“You like what you see, Pup?” he asks.

I shake my head.

“I can’t hear you.”

“No.”

“You’re missing a word at the end there.”

“No, Alpha.”

He releases pheromones that make butterflies flutter inside my belly. My pussy leaks, and I curse the day King Father made me.

Chapter 3

Seer

The imposter brands his assets. As we moved through the North, we found branded Omegas, some who say they’ve been branded for many years and some surprised it wasn’t the law. He’s told them Raven passed this into law and nobody questioned him. Those who did, died. In smaller towns and isolated areas, this worked. In larger cities, not so much. That’s when he released Betaren into streets, figuring if he couldn’t have the Omegas, neither would we.

This Omega is his, and in the absence of the imposter, I aim to destroy his assets. She’s combative, this one, probably used to being treated like a little princess by what I presume are her pack, who told her we, meaning me and mine, would not harm her no matter the circumstances. She’s mistaken Warlords for Collectors, and I am no Collector. By the time the Collectors do come, because of course I will send out males to deliver the news I’ve found this branded Omega, this little pup in the cage is gonna be crawling around my feet begging me to keep her.

At the mention of her pack, I nearly lost my shit laughing, and I can’t even lose my shit because I don’t waste. Though the question bears repeating: who is she? The imposter, according to Dreikx the ever-fucking-knowing, spends an awful lot of time in this location, and while I expected him to run like the pussy he is, I didn’t expect twelvetuplets, one of whom is an Omega. This interests me. Regardless, all his assets should be either confiscated or destroyed.

Crouching beside the cage, I sniff her out. She smells pleasant, and really sweet. I stick my tongue out and taste the air. Ripe peach. Yummy. “I’m contemplating what to do with you.”

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