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“Give her here,” he barks at Kadmon.

The younger Alpha doesn’t argue. He hands me over to the tall savage leader and I find myself flung over a new shoulder now, a few extra inches higher off the ground.

“Put me down!” I shout.

I beat my fists and iron shackles uselessly against Addom’s musclebound back. Behind me, Hasker bursts into laughter, and I can even hear Kadmon chuckling too. That traitor. He’s supposed to be the nice one.

But if Addom is amused, he’s certainly not showing it.

“Put. Me. Down!”

I twist and struggle, flailing my arms and legs. There is a sudden whoosh of air, and something broad, flat, and rough strikes my bare behind which is bent over Addom’s broad shoulder. The sudden sting makes me squeal, but it is soon replaced by a funny, tingly warmth in the shape of Addom’s massive hand.

“Hey, you can’t do that!” I shout.

His hand smacks me again, jiggling my cheeks and stinging the naked flesh of my bottom.

“Quiet, omega,” Addom growls.

“I will not be quiet!” I yell, “And I will not be spanked!”

Rather than debate that point with words, Addom gives me three hard smacks in quick succession. The sound of his heavy palm impacting my rear echoes across the grassy meadows. My skin sings with pain, and I struggle to choke back my protests.

“Behave like a child, get spanked like a child,” Addom snarls. “Understand?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

That word of submission tastes bitter in my mouth. But I don’t want this jerk to spank me again. For one thing, if he keeps it up, my butt’s going to be so bruised I won’t be able to sit down.

But there’s another factor. I’m starting to get wet between my legs. Shamefully so. Anymore rough spanking like that, and my thighs would be dripping with arousal.

I don’t want these beasts to know how turned on I’m getting. I don’t want them to see how my disobedient body is responding to their harsh treatment.

So I keep my mouth shut.

But the way that Addom is sniffing the air makes me think that the cat is already out of the bag so to speak.

“Good.” His voice has softened to a purr that vibrates right through my belly and into my core. It gives me a feeling like someone’s tickling me with a feather inside. “Very good.”

He strides forward, soon speeding up to a run. I bounce lightly on his shoulder, watching the other two Alphas following behind.

I still don’t know where they are taking me. I guess I’ll find out soon enough.

CHAPTER 12: ADDOM

“You want to know where we’re going?”

“Yes,” the omega grumbles. “I’ve only asked you like a million times.”

I haven’t been keeping track, but a million times sounds pretty accurate. Despite my commands, this feisty little omega has taken it upon herself to pipe up every few minutes. Each time I have reminded her to keep quiet by smacking that plump ass that is bent over my shoulder.

But she has a very short memory.

Or maybe, just maybe, she likes being disciplined like a naughty child. From the way more and more of her overpowering scent wafts from between her legs after each sharp smack, I would say that’s the case.

Anyway, as we climb a high ridge of grass-covered terrain, the answer to her incessant question comes into view.

The city.