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In a perfect world, I would have come back to claim her sooner, but we don’t live in a perfect world. We live in a world of decay and misery, where the weak suffer and the strong survive.
I will not settle at surviving. I’m going to thrive, no matter what it takes.
And this little female is the key to my empire, whether she wants to be or not.
I tighten my grip in her hair and deepen my growl in appreciation. I’ve never felt anything so soft. Shoving away the urge to bury my face in her long locks, I wrap my free hand around the delicate column of her throat, reminding her of her helplessness and me of her fragility.
Mine.I leave the word unspoken, saving it for when she understands just how deeply I mean it, but the shrinking of her pupils tells me she sees my intent within my gaze. The silent word echoes between us until her expression tightens and her eyes lose their focus.
Realizing I’m crushing her against the wall, I shift my weight to my heels. Her ragged inhale rubs her ass against my hard cock. I grit my teeth and slide my hand to her shoulder before pivoting her to face the door.
“Walk.”
Her tattered slipper lifts and takes a small step forward.
I push her through the disgusting storage room, using my grip on her hair and shoulder to maneuver her through the refuse. Her breathing turns raspy as we step over the three dead beta shopkeepers.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch the largest beta male on my crew sneaking a glance at my omega. With a cloudy eye and a jagged scar running down one side of his face, he represents the brutality of our world.
At the ruined outer door, I release her shoulder and jerk her to a stop by her hair. She lifts her tiny hands and grabs my wrist. I snarl until she lowers her hands back to her sides.
She balls them into dainty fists. I smirk, amused at her display of annoyance. She flinches when I command my betas to finish their scavenging. The fear tightening her profile sends liquid desire through my hard cock.
The scarred beta mumbles about the uselessness of topside trinkets. I slide him a cool glare and enjoy how quickly he shuts his mouth. His shoulders hunch as I continue to stare. I long to smash his face into the counter, but I squash the urge and yank my female to my side.
Her stiff little frame fits perfectly against mine. I use my hold on her hair to ensure she stays close as I step from the room.
The hall proves empty, except for the local betas who are too lame or drunk to move. I stalk down the narrow corridor, prepared for an ambush or rebuttal from the territory’s alpha, traversing the dirty maze with ease. The amount of light streaming through holes in the ceiling reminds me of how spoiled most topsiders are, but the brightness of the sun does not bother me. I use the illumination to my advantage, perusing every nook and cranny along the ugly halls with ease while stealing glances at the tiny female beside me.
When I reach the hatch to the narrow staircase, I force her to follow me down despite the growing panic in her eyes.
I don’t slow.
We stomp down two flights before we’re forced to find a new stairwell. I fling open the sealed door and pull her back to my side.
As I crack the seal on the next bulkhead, darkness looms below.
My female loses control.
As she struggles to be free of me, I release her hair, wrap my hands around her waist, and toss her over my shoulder. She strains and cries, pounding my back with her fists and wriggling in desperation.
The tantrum rubs her breasts against my back and highlights how close her pussy is to my face. Stepping into the darkness, I turn my head and fill my mouth with her thigh, biting down hard enough to warn her without breaking skin. Her shriek satisfies my savage alpha instincts.
I lift my head and rumble a few words with her blossoming scent thick in my throat.
“Keep screaming. I like the way it sounds.”
One hand stops pummeling my back to cover her mouth, but my female continues to fight. Moving down the stairs, I fill my mouth with her thigh again. When I tighten my jaw, her muffled cry makes my cock throb. I bite harder, knowing she’ll have a bruise, yet she doesn’t stop trying to break free.
Pinning her knees to my pecs with my right arm, I free my left and caress the back of her leg. When I lift my head and catch her scent, my growl deepens. Under the filth of her previous company lies a thickening sweetness.
She’s so close to her first heat I imagine I can taste it on my tongue, but she’s not quite ripe enough to take yet.
Stalking to the next flight of stairs, I make my way deeper into the old oil carrier. Shifting my hand to the back of her thigh, I poise my thumb just below the triangle I plan to thoroughly enjoy as soon as it’s ready.
“Keep fighting, little omega. I like the way your tight little body moves against mine.”
She goes limp.
