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Sloane pokes her head out as well, followed by Dog and then Kane.

“Can they see us from the wall?” Sloane’s small voice whispers at my ear.

Dog answers from the darkness.

“They probably could if one of the snipers trained his scope in our direction. But they won’t do that. The guards always keep their attention focused inside the wall. They aren’t expecting any danger from outside the Zone.”

Kane’s voice grumbles quietly behind us.

“That’s all well and good, but how are we going to reach the Outsiders’ city? As I understand, it’s at least fifty miles or more. Surely we’re not going to travel all that way on foot out in the open?”

All three of us Alphas turn toward Sloane.

“Right,” she stammers nervously. “So…I hadn’t really planned that far ahead. We’ll have to kind of play it by ear.”

We are quiet for a minute as we all think. It is Dog who breaks the silence.

“There should be patrols running around the outside perimeter of the wall every hour or so to check. Perhaps we could hijack one of the patrol vehicles.

Sloane thinks for a moment, then she nods in the moonlight.

She stands up and starts stripping off her clothing, first pulling her white tank top over her head and tossing it aside before next peeling off her shorts and panties to reveal the sexy tuft of pubic fur. Her piercing catches the moonlight and glints.

Once more, my cock pulses with desire, half lifting my loincloth. The sight of our omega’s naked flesh has a similar effect on Dog and Kane.

“What are you doing?” I ask with surprise.

As beautiful as the sensuous curves of her body look in the soft glow of the moon and stars, this is hardly an appropriate time for mating.

“I have a plan,” Sloane whispers as she shucks off her boots and peels off her socks.

“Care to share it with us?” Kane asks.

Sloane is now completely nude. She is a silver goddess in the moonlight. I’m unable to keep my eyes from roving over her exquisite body—the sumptuous swell of her round breasts with their perpetually stiff, suckable peaks. The flare of her fertile hips below her small waist. And of course, her gorgeous cunt.

She turns toward me, eyes gleaming.

“Truk, your fangs are the sharpest. I need you to make me bleed.”

CHAPTER 31: SLOANE

The twin headlights pierce the night, growing larger and brighter as the transport vehicle approaches. Soon I can hear the rumble of the engine and then the crunch of the heavy tires rolling over the gravel and hard-packed earth.

When it’s a few yards away, the vehicle skids to a stop, sending up a cloud of dust. The headlights are right in my face now, blinding me, and bathing my naked body in light.

Warm trickles of blood run down my belly, thighs, and arms.

There comes the ratcheting sound of the parking brake being set, and a moment later, the doors on both sides of the vehicle swing open. Two guards dressed in black combat gear hop out, their heavy boots crunching along the ground as they stride to the place where I’m sprawled out.

“What in the fuck is this?” the driver hisses.

“Shit, I don’t know, but it looks like she took a beating.”

“Yeah but how the hell did she even wind up out here?”

I lift my arm weakly toward them and groan, pretending to be in great pain.

The truth of the matter is that my wounds are only superficial. Truk was reluctant to harm me at first, but after I explained my plan, he finally gave in, using his sharp fangs to nick my flesh, opening a dozen tiny cuts. The blood looks a lot worse than it really is.