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“Get some rest,” Hasker commands.

He props me against the wall, leaving Kadmon’s work on my chain unfinished.

CHAPTER 8: HASKER

What the hell is taking Kadmon so long?

I know the omega has him all wound up. Hell, she’s having the same effect on me. I had to spill my load three times before my nuts stopped aching enough to come back inside the cave.

And now, even though I managed to subdue her heat-scent, it’s still strong enough that I can feel my arousal swelling once more.

It angers me.

I don’t want to feel this way about her.

She’s a fucking outsider.

If it were up to me, we would have left her chained to that tree to rot. But it was clear that Addom had other plans for her, and as the second of the pack I am obligated to follow his lead.

The omega shifts nervously by the cavern wall, rattling the iron chain between her wrists. When I look at her, I catch her wild, hazel eyes glaring at me. Her pupils are still dilated, but not as much as before. She immediately drops her gaze.

I just wish Kadmon would get back from his wank so that he can go back to coddling the omega. I’m sick of being in her presence.

Quietly but deliberately, the omega reaches out and takes the stone that Kadmon was using earlier. She places her chained wrist against a sharp, stony protrusion on the cave floor, and then hammers weakly with the rock, as if that could possibly have any effect.

I snort. I’m tempted to laugh out loud at how ridiculous it is. But after about a minute, it becomes annoying as hell.

“Stop that,” I grunt.

Her eyes flash toward mine, and a sudden unwanted pulse of desire throbs in my veins. There’s no denying that she is beautiful. Her soft curves are aching to be squeezed. Her long curls begging to be wound around my knuckles. One rosy pink nipple peeks out at me, tense and springy with arousal.

She’s afraid of me, but there is another emotion in those lovely, sparkling eyes as well.

Defiance.

After a moment’s hesitation, she taps with the stone at her chains again.

I growl and lunge at her across the cave, and she squeals with fright. Earlier when she was cornered, she snarled and bared her teeth at Kadmon, but she knows better than to try that shit with me.

Still, she deliberately defies me. It’s like she wants to be punished.

Well, I’ll give her no such pleasure.

I wrest the stone out of her small, frail hand and fling it away. It clunks and clatters on the stone floor.

“I said stop that,” I hiss angrily.

My face is close enough to hers that my words stir a few tendrils of rust red hair. She flinches, and her lip trembles with fear.

When I’m certain she has gotten the point, I settle back on my haunches.

But the omega insists on pissing me off.

She jangles her chains and mutters something in her ugly outsider dialect that I cannot understand.

“What?” I grunt.

She gives me that defiant look again. Even though she is so scared that her body is shaking, she clearly has courage, I’ll give her that.