Page 3 of The Blind Hordesman

“My pack. Yeah, that’s right. I have a pack of Alphas, and when they get back, they’re gonna kick your ass. If I were you, I’d gather up my little army and run.”

He laughs. It’s not even a chuckle, it’s a full laugh, and he bends over at the waist, holding his belly. “This is the best day of my life.”

“Well, it’s the last best day you’ve had, Alpha.”

In a second, he’s on top of me, arms holding his weight because if he drops on me, he’s gonna crush me. His metal bull helmet in my face, I lock eyes with those painted red ones. “You and I, Omega, are gonna have a very special time tonight. When your pack comes, and I pray they come, the only thing I fear is that I won’t fight them because I’ll be too busy burying my cock inside your sweet pussy.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I will.” He’s up in one swift move of his body. He’s a massive male, so how is he so fast?

He leaves me alone and returns to my sisters, who have all lined up against the wall. I roll my eyes. Nobody has to obey him, and they know it.

“Strip,” he orders. “All the way. Shoes, bras, underwear. Then secure your hair in a bun. Hold it up if you have to.”

Nobody moves.

“You don’t have to do anything,” I tell my sisters. “You know he won’t hurt you.”

The male turns. “Is that so?” There’s a long pause, and I think he’s thinking on what to do about me.

I swallow. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that.

“Noslov!” he bellows.

My sisters whimper. Korina and Clara start crying.

Janice glares at me. “Rickie Lee, if he hurts any of us, I’m gonna kill you myself.”

“Vicious Betas” the male says. “What’s with all the attitude?”

Another male walks into the barn. He wears dark fur over his broad shoulders, leather bindings around his wrists, biceps, and neck, and a mean yellow tattoo over the top of his bald head. When he sees my sisters, his eyes widen. The Warlord Alpha approaches him and barks something in their native tongue. I make out some words I’ve put together from when King Father and Grans talked, and I know he’s asking the other male to bring him something. What?Shit.

I run to the lineup and take off my clothes.

Before leaving, Noslov looks me up and down and smiles. After many failed attempts, I was made from carefully selected genes that King Father deemed perfect. I am a Regha Omega with a human appearance, a breed not found in nature since Omega human and Regha genes produce Regha offspring like Tamey, the princess of Regha. I am a natural deep-red-haired girl with a tanned complexion but human nonetheless. In heat, I present with Regha Omega markings. Father’s scientist sliced and spliced until he reached an object of Father's perfection. Then he replicated me with a few modifications and came away with Janice, then Falon, then Helen, who all present as Betas. The other replicas came away sterile and unable to reason, much like most of our army.

The bull-armored Alpha approaches the lineup, starting with Janice on the other end. He touches her belly button and runs a hand along the line, touching all their bellies until he reaches me. He pokes my belly with a claw. “Ladies, I said strip. There’s only one who stripped. If I have to repeat myself once more, I will strap you onto poles. As a gesture of courtesy so that you may correct your behavior and view me as a male of my word, I will demonstrate discipline now.”

Noslov enters, dragging something heavy through the door. The bars come into view, and, oh dear Serpent, it’s a cage big enough to fit an average human. The Warlord Alpha extends a hand, and Noslov drops a giant ancient key into it.

The Alpha jingles the key. “Come here, Pup. Your little house is ready.”

Who is he talking to? Because of his helmet, I can’t tell who he’s looking at.

“Kiki Pup, come here.” He makes kissing noises.

Is he joking? “I got in line and undressed,” I say.

“Oh, I didn’t realize it was you who got undressed. You all smell the same. Why is that, hm?”

Noslov speaks in Rahkan.

“Get out,” the Alpha says with what I can only interpret as disbelief.

“All the women are like twelvetuplets,” Noslov says. “Small differences, but yeah, all the same. Kind of creepy, Alpha.”

“Get out.” The Alpha sits on the cage and throws up his hands. “What the fuck is wrong with that twat?” He strokes his helmet’s chin, probably thinking, then gets up and starts sniffing us, Janice first, then Helen, until he finally gets to me. He steps closer, his metal armor cold as my nipples press against him. He’s a massive Alpha, almost as big as King Father. Long fingers stroke my shoulder. “All the imposter’s creations are branded. Where are you branded?”

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