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“She ordered me to wake up when I was in the chair. She kept hitting me in the legs to wake me up. I woke up for her.” She smiled and looked at the picture of herself in the album. “I was a bit cuter. Our child looks a lot like you.”

He got excited. “Really?”

“Big fat black curls, wide eyes, and her mouth has the same curve in it that yours does.” She chuckled. “She punches like I do, though. Thankfully.”

He laughed, stared at her, and then he pulled documentation up. He tapped some links and looked at an image. “There you are again.”

She looked at the throne room. His father and mother were seated, and a serious-looking child with thick black curls in a miniature version of his father’s clothing. He was standing straight at his father’s side at around ten or eleven years old.

She chuckled. “You were cute.”

He snorted. “Were?”

She laughed and looked at the image. The right side of the court was filled with alphas. The left was the humans who were in different uniforms with specific colours and shapes for different departments. There was something strange at the side of one of the gardeners, and she put her hand over her mouth as she laughed. “They smuggled me in.”

He chuckled. “They did. I used to use this picture to calm myself down. I would look at my family and then at the one thing that wasn’t supposed to be there. As long as I could find that tiny head and those little fingers, I knew I could find anything.”

“Finding?”

“We all go through alpha classes, which is where I met Etgar. They mix years so that we all get the class instruction together. Part of the course is physical to get a handle on our activations, and part is what to do when you find an omega.”

She frowned. “You hunted omegas?”

He snorted. “No. We hunted on missions with the military.”

“Where do the omegas come into it?”

“Oh, we learned what they are like, what they need to thrive, and how to handle a heat, so we don’t lose control.”

“You learn how to handle omegas?”

“And regular women.” He chuckled. “They are more difficult to work with but fine for short-term connections.”

She smiled. “Yeah. It is almost like alphas need specialized escorts or something.”

He chuckled and leaned in for a kiss. He brushed his lips across hers, and the thrumming in his chest got loud when she opened her mouth. She pulled her head back. “That must have made being a teenage boy rather rough.”

“It wasn’t making noise until I saw you.” He chuckled. “I felt the sound when it started, and I knew what it was. My beast takes over now and then, but this is him trying to tell you that he likes the way he can see down your gown, the way your body smells, and the super-soft touch of your skin.”

She looked down, and the view was all the way to her navel. “Oh. Do the Sethir-Nin have rules against sleeping with servants?”

“If we had been at home when you activated, you would have been sent to the omega school, and they would have treated you until you were old enough to handle a heat, and you would have been coached through it.”

She blinked. “Huh. What would happen after that?”

“You would be genetically matched with a number of compatible alphas, and you would be carefully introduced to them.”

“So, I wouldn’t just bump into one somewhere and have him ask me to go somewhere and fuck?” She opened her eyes innocently.

He grinned. “Definitely not. You would be treated like a lady until you showed signs of being in heat. If you hadn’t made a choice by then, the alphas would fight, and the winner would sweep you off to fuck.”

She laughed. “Charming.”

He leaned in and kissed her. “I think it would be fun to do just that.”

“Oh. But you don’t have anyone to fight.”

“You can struggle a little if you like, but no one beats me in a fight.”

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