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This is beyond shameful.

I shouldn’t be aroused by this violence. Especially not here in these filthy surroundings with a hundred savage Farlanders looking on. My mind is repulsed by everything about this situation, but my body cannot contain the mounting desire.

My need is growing unbearable.

I feel like I may literally die if it goes unquenched.

“Please,” I moan.

I slide my hands between my legs, shamefully rubbing my tingling clit in the hopes that I can extinguish the rising heat. But it only serves to stoke the flames. My need consumes me. It oozes from my pores. My skin is greasy with sweat and mud.

“Please…”

The ache is so deep, so intense, that I weep with arousal. Tears stream down my temples. My lips quiver and horny sobs burst from my mouth.

“Fuck me!” I scream. The words tear at my throat on the way out. “Fuck me! Please God, I need it so fucking bad!”

The sound of fighting goes silent.

Panting, I swivel my head around the enclosure, seeking the three Alphas. I find them behind me. I am looking at them upside down.

Their bodies are caked in mud and streaked with blood from their fighting. But now their attention is focused on me and me alone. Their three dominating cocks are aimed skyward and jumping with the beat of their racing hearts.

“Please,” I beg, my voice hoarse from shouting.

The whoops and jeers of the gathered crowd grow louder as the three Alphas advance and close in around me like dirty wolves.

CHAPTER 21: TALIESIN

Source, the omega’s smell is intense. For that is what Hines is now—an omega. Her change is complete. The powerful, raw odor billowing from her body leaves no question about that fact.

I have never smelled an omega like this.

It is the smell of destiny, of fate.

The smell invades my pores. It saturates every fiber of my being, every cell, every atom, enslaving my mind and my body to her need, her hunger.

I have no choice—we have no choice—but to claim her body here in this cage. It is the Will of the Source.

The other Alphas sense it too.

This omega needs all three of us now. There is no other way.

Baen and Canaris advance. They take up positions on both sides of Hines and raise her body into a seated position. I walk around in front of her, the thick mud sucking at my feet, and I kneel between her mud-splotched thighs.

I cradle her desperate, beautiful face in my hands. Her eyes are so dilated with heat that her irises are only wire-thin hazel rings around wide circles of black. Her lip is trembling as if she is cold, but her skin is feverishly hot.

“Hines,” I murmur.

A violent convulsion rolls through her body, contracting and relaxing her muscles rhythmically. Baen and Canaris steady her.

“Please,” she whimpers, her voice choked with tears. “Please, Tal, I need it so fucking bad it hurts.”

It takes every ounce of will and training for me to hold back the flood of urges welling up inside me, to throw this omega in head down in the mud and rut her to pieces.

“But you heard what Abaddon said…”

“I don’t care!” she cries. “My heat will kill me if we don’t…”