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Suddenly a roar, louder than any that I’ve heard so far rips through the forest. It sounds like how I would imagine a giant grizzly bear would sound. Or maybe King Kong. The sound is so loud and terrifying that all of the Alphas stop what they are doing and turn to look.

Even the cicadas have stopped singing.

Another roar, this time so close that it is deafening. Kadmon answers it with a strange barking call.

All around me, the forest erupts into total chaos. The night fills with yelps and barks and high-pitched whines. But over it all is that horrible, bellowing roar. And it’s not just one roar, I realize. There are two of them, and soon Kadmon adds his voice to make three.

The enemy Alphas start to flee, running away in all directions. The ones who are unable to escape in time fall around me. Some of them are unconscious. Others are howling in pain, clutching at bleeding wounds or horrific compound fractures. Wet splintered bones gleam in the pale light. My stomach turns, and I feel myself on the verge of vomiting.

It doesn’t help matters when a pair of rough hands wet with blood and gore grab my shoulder and pull me to my feet.

I scream again, but then I realize that the moonlit face I’m looking into isn’t hideous and bestial like the other Alphas who attacked me.

Sure, this face is a bit animalistic, but in a handsome way. Pale eyes and metal piercings glint in the moonlight.

It’s Addom.

He’s awake. I swallow hard as I realize what that means. He speaks two words, low and rumbling. He says them slow so I can understand.

“Bad. Omega.”

CHAPTER 10: ADDOM

The little omega looks up at me, her round, tear-filled eyes reflecting the pale moonlight through the trees. Even in the dark forest, her fair skin practically glows. She is more beautiful than any omega I have ever seen.

And way more of a pain in the ass.

Hasker and Kadmon should never have broken that chain. We could have bound her for the night to keep her from escaping.

Still, the omega should have known better than to leave our protection. I have a mind to throw her down right here in the middle of the forest and rut her into submission. To discipline her with my angry cock until she knows exactly who her sweet little cunt belongs to.

But it’s not safe here. I let my urges get the better of me yesterday, and just look at the trouble it got me into.

No. Her pounding will have to wait.

Hasker and Kadmon finish chasing away the rest of the far-lander Alphas. Brutish, inbred creatures with no sense of honor, loyalty, or empathy. Many of them lie dead at our feet. Others, weak and groaning with pain, are crawling away from the battle.

One of them crawls right into Hasker as he is circling back. The bulky, bald Alpha stoops, gripping the far-lander’s head in his hands like a vice. With a swift twist and a dull pop of bone, the far-lander’s neck breaks.

The omega screams again. The shackles around her wrists clink together as she raises her hands to cover her mouth.

Such a curious little creature. Those disgusting far-landers would have mercilessly used her body and then brutally slaughtered her. Yet she seems upset that Hasker just killed one.

“Quiet,” I growl.

Now all of the far-landers have left. The ones that are capable of leaving, that is. Kadmon and Hasker return and stand before us. The omega spins slowly, looking at each of us in turn, her eyes wide with terror.

“No need to be afraid now,” Kadmon soothes her, speaking slowly and clearly so her outsider ears can understand his speech. “We will protect you.”

She relaxes slightly. It is clear that she feels more comfortable with Kadmon. He is younger, closer to her age. And while he is no whelp in battle, he is not nearly as fearsome in appearance me and Hasker. Give him a few years, and he’ll acquire more scars.

In fact, as he draws nearer, I realize some of the blood streaming down his arm is his own. He has received a nasty gash across his shoulder.

“Are you okay?” I ask, gesturing to to his wound.

Kadmon nods and tries his best to hide his wince of pain. He is strong willed and courageous. He will make a great warrior, but he still has much to learn.

Hasker, never one for sensitivity, growls at the younger Alpha.