Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“Renee was keen to speak to your Omega,” Krav says, laying a possessive hand on my thigh. He’s still clutching my leash with the other. “And I cannot deny my pet anything.”
I resist the urge to roll my eyes.
“But I must ask that you Hoo-mans speak our language,” Khan says. “Please.”
“Of course. Sorry,” I say, feeling sheepish. “I didn’t mean to be rude.”
“Don’t worry,” Emma says, “We’ll just have to chat again another time… alone.” She shoots a pointed look at the hulking demon beside me. “The other girls and I try to get together when we can—it’s a great way to let off steam and compare notes. You could join us.”
“I’d love that!” I mean it. A woman cannot live on sex alone. She also needs gal pals.
Emma’s eyes widen as she clocks the collar around my neck, and the leash leading to Krav’s taloned fist. She glances up at her Alpha with a knowing smile before addressing me. “Nice collar. You into BDSM?”
“I always suspected I might be,” I confess, “but it wasn’t until I got here that… well… let’s just say a whole new side of me has been unleashed. No pun intended.”
Emma giggles. “It’s wild, isn’t it? This Omega thing? The way you crave everything they do to you?”
“It is.” My cheeks are warm. Damn Krav for claiming me like a pet, and damn my pussy for thinking it’s hot. I clear my throat. “How many other queens—human women—are there?”
“With you, there’s five of us, now,” Emma says, and warmth spears my chest at the inclusion. “That we know of. So far. People are still looking in case more were brought over but,” she shrugs, “Ulfaria is a big place. Nine known kingdoms, not including a great chunk where no one ever ventures. The Wastelands. God only knows what goes on over there.”
“How long have you been here? How did you get here? How are you surviving without chocolate?” Excitement makes me babble.
“I’ve been here a while,” Emma says. “Long enough to start a family.”
“Holy shit!”
She laughs. “Yeah. Emilia, and now Kharon. Our little angels. They’re just… the best. It’s weird, I never wanted kids, but now I can’t imagine my life without them.”
There’s a pang in my chest. “I did want them, but it just never seemed to be the right time while I was married. Then I got divorced, and though I’ve dated since then, there wasn’t anybody serious. Now I’m forty-one, so I kinda made peace with the idea that it just won’t happen for me.” Krav shifts beside me and I risk a glance at him. But if hearing about my ex-husband bothers him, he’s not outwardly showing it.
“That’s not too old!” Emma says. “Plenty of women have kids in their forties.”
“Yeah… I mean, the playground’s still open, so to speak, but with every year, fertility decreases and risks increase. Not to mention the time it would still take to find someone suitable, and willing, and committed…”
Emma shoots a knowing glance at Krav, rigid beside me. “In my experience, Ulfarri Alphas are all about the breeding. That’s basically the whole point of their desperation to find Omegas. Isn’t that right, my love?” She pats Khan’s hand. “You were so keen to knock me up, you kept trying even after I got pregnant!”
I chuckle.
“Omegas are known for their fertility,” Emma says. “Not sure how that affects human biology—whether it would mean a less risky pregnancy for you or whatever—but you could talk to the magicians about it. They might know.”
“Magicians?” I ask.
She waves an airy hand. “Back home, we’d call them scientists.”
“Right. Maybe I will.” I want to, if Krav will allow it. It took him long enough to agree for me to meet Emma, but he granted my request in the end. I glance at him. He’s back to doing a gargoyle impression, rigid and unmoving beside me.
Emma is still talking. “As to how I got here… it’s a long story. The short version is: I was abducted by aliens—a different species to Ulfarri, they’re known as Ogsul—and Khan rescued me from the auction block. Out of the frying pan…”
“…into the alien fire,” I finish for her. “Did the other women get here the same way?”
Emma shakes her head. “The Ogsul created this serum—the stuff that turns us regular lil humans into compatible Omegas. King Aurus wanted heirs, so he commissioned the Ogsul to find more of us and bring at least one here for him. The Stone King got wind of it, and decided he wanted a slice of that pie. God knows how many he had the Ogsul deliver before he met his well-deserved demise.”
I shake my head. “Ordering us like we’re pizzas. It’s disgusting.”
“I know. Don’t get me wrong, I’m deliriously happy now, but it was a rough start. I almost went home when I got the chance,” Emma says.