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Akoro's eyes searched hers. "You think I will deprive myself?"
Naya’s eyes widened in horror. She slammed her hand against him, pushing him as she backed away from him. "I am a treat?" she yelled. "My Haze is something for you to indulge in? A fucking reward?"
Akoro said nothing, simply watched her.
"This is why you do not deserve it!" she hissed. “You are using me… You’re not fit. I—“ She lifted a trembling hand, rubbing her forehead, trying to remember what she was angry about.
"You will be locked in here while I go and get water and food," Akoro said, turning toward the door. “I don’t want anyone coming to the door. Behave.”
"Don't come back!" she yelled, even though her body screamed with dissatisfaction that he was leaving.
When he left, she looked around the room, realizing that she was in a bedroom. It was smaller than the one she’d been using, but blankets and bedding covered most of the floor, as though it had been prepared for her in advance.
Tears tracked down her face and she wiped them away. He had prepared for her heat. This was what he’d been doing since she told him about them. He was using it to take advantage of her again to discard her after he’d taken everything from her. And there was nothing she could do to stop it from happening.
She sucked in a breath and exhaled slowly as her heat came over her, fiery, hungry, desperate. She tried to focus. Yes, she might go into a heat, beg and plead for him, be a completely different person. But he would never have the real her, he would never have his actual mate. No matter what he did, she would never give her real self to him.
The best thing she could hope for was that she didn't come out of her Haze pregnant. It was doubtful that she would, but she couldn't trust anything. All this time she thought that her blocks were intact, but for some reason the healer had been protecting her. Her blocks had also provided her with pregnancy prevention in case she was ever assaulted, but whether that was even a factor now, she didn't know. All she could do was hope.
She backed up against the wall, curling up tight as her heat crashed over her, turning her into a quivering mess of need, want, and sexual frustration.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
It was so warm.
Her fingers fought the buttons and ties that would release her from her clothing. They were much too warm and covered too much of her skin. It took a while, there were so many fabrics and layers, but finally they all lay on the floor.
She looked around the room. Plenty of bedding and blankets and pillows for her to settle into, which lifted her heart. But the biggest problem she could see was that there was no Alpha.
She whimpered in the back of her throat. Her need was rising, becoming overwhelming. She slipped a hand between her legs, then pulled them away. She didn't notice any food in the room; she had to wait. So she found a position against the wall and kneeled, sitting back on her heels, waiting. She didn't have to wait long.
The door opened and a handsome Alpha entered, carrying a pitcher and goblets. His eyes searched her out, freezing when he saw her sitting, waiting obediently. Being good.
He placed the pitcher and goblets down on the table by the door, and locked the door. Eyes sweeping about her, he took in her position—sitting on her heels, her nipples hard, her slick so abundant that her scent filled the room.
The Alpha undressed, loosening his buttons and ties, revealing muscle, taut skin, and allowing his thick scent to claim the room. He shone with the golden glow that told her he was perfect. This was the Alpha that should breed her; she was sure of it. Sighing with delight, a lightness lifted her chest.
But she had to wait. She had to be good.
He unbuckled himself, drawing down his pants and kicking away his shoes, until he was just as naked as her. And every inch of him was spectacular. Beautiful skin, scarred and marked, proving he was an Alpha who had battled. Each scar delighted her, and her slick poured out of her, drenching the pillow underneath her, but still she did not move. She had to wait. It was important.
The Alpha came toward her, his hard cock bobbing with each step, until he was looking down at her.
"Nayara," he said. She stared at him, waiting.
His eyes swept her body again, taking in her hands and her position. Noticing that she was being good.
"You have been trained," he scowled.
The Omega's eyes widened. He was angry with her?
"Who has trained you?"
She tucked herself in more tightly, hoping to appease him. She had done everything she was supposed to do; he was supposed to take her now.
"Who has trained you?" he bellowed. He paced the room, his eyes watching her, aggression tightening the bulk of his arms and his chest, a tight face of fury.
The Omega watched him, marveling in the strength of his anger and she waited patiently the way she was supposed to. The Alpha came toward her, and her breath hitched, nerves making her stomach lurch and her thighs tighten. He dropped in front of her.
