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“What is that?” Sickle asked, creeping forward. Daring to place a hand on her lower back as she was bred by an Alpha.

  “That,” Giaus said, and seized the Omega male by the scruff. “Is my gift to all of you.” Still spraying her insides white, Giaus rolled the lesser male until Sickle’s position matched hers.

  And then Renegade saw it. Watched, as Giaus thumbed the tail nub that should have been a flat tangle of scarred nerves, but wasn’t. Forcing Sickle to cum again, soaking the furs with another few spurts of cream before his balls were well and truly drained and the little male could do nothing but shudder and twitch. Reddened, bloated prick coughing up nothing but bubbles of spermy air.

  “Again,” Giaus demanded of the other. Punishing him for daring to take what wasn’t given. Making Renegade watch as Sickle took first one, then three thick fingers in his ass without so much as a gob of spit to guide the way.

  But it wasn’t the perversely erotic sight of Sickle pleading and presenting for his Alpha that ensnared Renegade’s gaze.

  It was the undeniable bump of a growing tail flashing back and forth beneath the pad of Giaus’ thumb.

  Chapter 10

  Impossible though it may seem, their tails were growing back.

  Sickle had known it even before his Alpha had submitted him as punishment for Renegade’s libido. Knew to scratch at the dainty bump poking through his Queen’s scarred flesh, even before Giaus had confirmed his suspicions. Stopping just short of claiming Sickle’s ass, he’d been made to watch—still twitching with painful bliss—as Giaus had returned his attention to the defiant female speared on his prick. Unashamed to admit the sight of flexing, bulging muscle turned him on just as much as Renegade’s lush curves and soft skin.

  But it was the tail bristling high and proud above Giaus’ ass that really aroused the Omega male. For he knew, without an instant of doubt, that such a virile display would be his once more too. And for that alone, the Feral Alpha would have his undying loyalty.

  Renegade’s animistic grunts and screams had drawn the rest of the pack to watch from the edge of the nesting pit. Pricks tenting the front of their leathers. Feral eyes gleaming with hunger that wasn’t restricted to Renegade alone.

  And Sickle found… he didn’t mind the attention. Was… flattered by it, no matter the gender, caste, or the person behind the appraisal.

  He preened for more. Purred when Micha freed that heavy dark meat. Mouth watering. Hackles rising in open invitation to be forcibly submitted, while knowing a Beta would never dare such a show of authority. Knowing he was really presenting for the Alphas in their pack. Tempting and taunting them without so much as making a single, fleeting instant of eye contact. Insulting them, just for the delicious pleasure of being punished.

  As one, Silver and Balkazar began to growl. Teeth bared. Hackles rising in answer to the lesser male’s unspoken challenge. Not necessarily a sexual response, but arousing all the same.

  Huffing, Giaus turned gleaming Feral eyes upon him. Nostrils flared, hips stuttering to a halt, he sheathed himself deep into Renegade as she could take, and inhaled a breath at Sickle’s nape. “You’re going into heat,” the Alpha purred, licking his lips around a wolfish grin. “Sooner than I anticipated, but we can make due.”

  “Alpha?” Sickle asked, head tilted to the side. Back arching beneath Giaus’ heavy hand when the larger male petted the length of his spine.

  “Gather,” he said, voice raised to include the others. Welcoming them into the nesting pit with a wave of his hand. Rolling, the largest of them tucked his tail between his legs, and settled his female astride his thighs. Spreading her so they all might see the evidence of his strength. So they couldn’t help but inhale the proof of his incredible good health, no matter the Trax or a diet based on hunting and foraging.

  “I have claimed you all,” he began. Hips still, it was his hands alone that moved their Queen around his bloated cock, for she had long since submitted to the orgasmic convulsions as he worked at her tail nub. Keeping her docile and halfway to senseless. Taming her wildling spirit as none had been able to do before. “I have claimed you, but I do not wish to enslave you. That is the sickness of those who still live within the Krust. But I have taken your female for my own,” he admitted, shunting deep. Making her squeak. “And I do not intend to give her up merely for the sake of diplomacy.”

  Almost unable to help himself, Sickle inched forward. Mouth watering at the scents oozing from their joining. Exhausted cock putting forth a mighty effort, and rising again. Licking his lips, the Omega male descended on his Renegade. Lips going straight to the swollen, engorged clit long since drawn from its hood. Making her knees jerk and her eyes roll back.

  Giaus wound his fingers through Sickle’s hair, pressing his wandering lips and tongue lower. To the heavy sack mashed between soiled thighs… lower still… to the clenching asshole sticky with cum and pussy both. “Renegade is mine,” Giaus continued, rumbling voice free of any hint of effort, or that he was in the middle of fucking her. Free of shame. “But it is my dream to see each of you paired with as many females as you can satisfy. Mated, if you wish it. But all of you given opportunity to breed. To pass on the genetics that allowed you to survive in the beyond, for you have all shown fortitude worthy of a place in my kingdom.”

  As usual, Silver was the one to speak out of turn. “How, my Alpha? Females are rare beyond the Krust. Omegas more so.”

  Giaus pinched Renegade’s shoulder, teeth overlapping the old marks Silver had left in this very clearing. Taken, Sickle assumed, by the primal urge to assert himself as superior over the other Alpha male. To show him he alone was king—an urge that showed a perfect reflection of the submission currently pounding away at the base of Sickle’s brain. Demanding he slurp and lick at his Alpha’s nuts. Encouraging him to spend himself so Sickle might have the satisfaction of drinking more of that potent cream.

  But the Alpha shook it off. Fighting that instinctual urge, and said, “Truth, brother. They are rare even within the Krust, genetically speaking.” Grunting, Giaus paused his sermon, and set to work. Fucking into Renegade’s limp, twitching form with powerful upstrokes. Working himself into a lather, the Alpha roared, set his teeth, and came. Pumping what might have been a gallon of sperm into a female that had gone limp. Sending jet after jet of seed to bounce harmlessly off the roof of her cunt, and that frosty, unyielding gate of her cervix. Feeding little Sickle a mouthful of salty seed. Pulling out, so the slender Omega might drink directly from that spurting prick.

  And drink, he did. Positively gobbled as much of Giaus’ meat as he could. Purring to prolong his Alpha’s orgasm. Back arched to give his pack brothers a show.

  With a sigh, Giaus settled back. Settling Renegade to the side, then began to fist his knot with one hand, milking it while forcing Sickle to go deeper with the other. “Omegas are coveted for their scent, and their ability to send all genders into rut,” Giaus continued, eyes following the bobbing head between his thighs. “But Alpha seed is dominant fifty percent of the time, and will yield Alpha kits. From this union, Betas are next in line. Producing Betas with forty-five percent accuracy. Omegas born of a traditional pairing between Alpha and Omega, are exceedingly rare.”

  The other males crowded closer. Feral eyes gleaming golden in the semi-dark. Some pinned to the soiled female as they stroked their pricks. Others flicking between both Omegas with equal interest, making Sickle preen and mewl.

  “But an Omega pairing?” Giaus continued, petting Sickle’s mane flat and pulling him off and away from a dick gone oversensitive. Red with irritation. “Produces Omega offspring one hundred percent of the time.”

  At this, the pack rippled with shock. Each of the other males torn away from the erotic sights in their nest, to find Giaus with open-mouthed awe. But none so much as Sickle himself, for what the Alpha was suggesting was all but unheard of. “You—” Sickle shook his head. Tried again. “You want me to breed her, my Alpha?”

 
Grinning, Giaus nodded. Toying with the fine hairs at Sickle’s nape.

  Cheeks burning, Sickle shook his head. “Alpha… I cannot.” And before the rumble in his Alpha’s chest could become a flat-out snarl, the Omega continued. “It… it is a matter of… anatomy.”

  Giaus chuffed, head cocked to the side.

  “I cannot—” Sickle cleared his throat, wishing desperately for the rest of the pack to be absent for this admission. “I cannot breach her cervix, as you can, my Alpha.”

  For a moment, none of them moved.

  And then Giaus threw back his head and laughed. Great, rumbling barks of laughter. Mussing Sickle’s mane and dragging the flustered little male closer. “Do not be ashamed, my pet. Your anatomy is perfectly suited for your frame.”

  Near to mortified tears, Sickle whined. High and stressed. “Then h-how can I possibly—”

  Giaus chuffed, silencing him with that ancient show of dominance. “Easily,” he said, grinning his most wolfish grin. “I shall open her for you.”

  Chapter 11

  Coming awake with a start, Renegade blinked. Delirious.

  Her nesting pit was chock full of males. Each stinking with arousal, unspent need, and… something else. Something that reeked of shock. As if—once again—Giaus had held court while she’d been fucked senseless. As if the big, smug prick chose to divulge secrets while she was unable to hear them simply to deprive her of vital information.

  Her eyes flicked to Sickle, taking in the crimson flush of shame staining his cheeks. Knowing the pathetic creature was her only lifeline to knowledge her mate wanted hidden, for if Giaus was vigilant around her, the exact opposite could be said for him. The proof was in nothing more than the other male was still breathing after she’d coaxed him to fuck her in Giaus’ nest. Far from angry, the Feral Alpha had seemed downright pleased. As if he’d planned the entire sloppy show.

  He’d probably been watching from the shadows, the creepy arrogant sonofabitch. This information blackout was as much of a punishment for her, as Sickle’s forced orgasms were for him.

  Feigning nonchalance, Renegade stretched the sex from her aching muscles, swatted at the male hands that tried to cling, and stood. Taking a step toward the rough hewn stairs carved into the rock, she was stopped by the tinkle of chain and a rough, possessive growl.

  “What?” she snapped, baring teeth. “I have to pee.”

  Even from this distance, she could feel the growl that rumbled from the bottom of her mate’s massive chest. Defiant to the last, Renegade held his Feral gaze until her Alpha relented. Taking Sickle’s wrist in his fist, he snapped the other end of her chain around the Omega’s forearm, and sent them off. Together.

  Hackles fluffed, Renegade refused to care. Needing a moment of privacy to inspect the bundle of nerves still throbbing where her tail had been. Where it would be again, if she hadn’t hallucinated that entire impossible conversation. And if Giaus wanted to jerk off thinking of his little pet watching her empty her bladder, why should she care? Let them all watch. Let them all serve her every need as they were meant to do.

  “Hold the door closed,” she barked, adjusting the chain between the makeshift door frame and the planks that would afford her a smidgen of hard-won seclusion. And even while she peed, Renegade reached back. Gingerly tapping at an indisputable nubbin of flesh and bone. So it was true, then. Giaus’ strain of Trax was why he was both exile and in possession of his tail.

  It had regrown.

  And for the first time since she’d been hunted by the Feral male, Renegade found she didn’t completely despise him. Was even a little… grateful for the return of her stolen limb. Though she stopped short of allowing a ragged purr from escaping her lips, the return of her dignity went a long way in appeasing her for all of Giaus’ crimes.

  Patting herself dry, Renegade left the latrine. Fluffing out her mane and hair as she exited, knowing all eyes would be on her once more. And well they should.

  “Renegade,” Giaus rumbled, crooking his finger. “Come. There is much to discuss.”

  Stifling her sneer, she did as he asked. Even allowed the other males to assist her into the nesting pit. Didn’t swat at their wandering hands or sink teeth into vulnerable flesh.

  “You are to accept no other male but Sickle.”

  Shocked, Renegade couldn’t help the tilt of her head or the startled, “What?” that burst from her lips.

  “Sickle shall see to your sexual needs, and Sickle alone will be permitted to mount you as much and as often as he can.”

  “I shall take whichever male I please,” she snarled, letting the facade slip. Letting him see the true face of the Queen beyond the Krust.

  Lunging, Giaus caught her about the throat and had her face down in the soiled nest before she could do more than screech in outrage. “Your temper pleases me, female. But in this, I shall not be denied.”

  “Why?” she choked, shaming herself with the note of pleading that entered her voice.

  Giaus licked at her nape, stroking one hand down the length of her back. “It is better to ask when you might taste my seed again. But the answer depends entirely on you, my precious mate. Drink nothing but Sickle’s seed. Take him in your sweet little pussy until you reek of Omega inside and out. Then take his perfectly proportioned anatomy—” Sickle flushed crimson, right down to the roots of his hair, “—in your ass and ride him until every spare ounce of semen he can possibly offer has bathed your bowels, and then I might have an answer for you.”

  Confused, Renegade squirmed beneath the big male. Trying to make eye contact, and failing. Forced to speak her question into a puddle of pussy juices beginning to sour. “Am I being punished?”

  “No,” he returned, and let her up. Went so far as to cradle her against his chest as he began to purr his broken Feral purr. “I shall leave you with one Alpha and two Betas for protection. But none of you are permitted access to this nest until I’ve returned, am I understood?”

  “Yes, Alpha,” they chimed as one. Heads bowed.

  “Where are you going?” Renegade asked, stiff in his arms.

  For a moment, Giaus said nothing. Did nothing but stroke at her hip as his cock began to inflate beneath her bottom once more. “To the Krust,” he said at length, grinning through his teeth. “I have business at the Krust.”

  Chapter 12

  It had been three days since she’d last seen her mate. Three days since he’d taken the majority of her pack males and left her chained to Sickle—of all the inappropriate, absurd choices! And for the first of those three days, Renegade hadn’t been able to figure out Giaus’ reasoning. Had assumed her mate was being vague just to throw her off the trail and stop her from figuring out what he was really after.

  But on that second day it had all fallen into place.

  Sickle was going into heat.

  She could smell it on his skin. Feel it on the back of her nape when the delicate little thing couldn’t help himself from breathing her in. From tasting when he thought she was sleeping. And to Sickle’s credit, he hadn’t tried to force himself onto her, no matter Giaus’ imperial fucking decree. No, the smallest of the males had merely turned his attention to her. Catering to her every whim, no matter how cruel or senseless her demands.

  He was courting her, in his own Sickle way. Being sweet and obedient. Ignoring the weeping cock that dribbled semen into their nest. Soaking through the furs while he slept, and even going so far as to cum against her ass in the middle of the night. Spraying Omega seed across her lower back as he fucked her in his dreams.

  There was a cruel part of Renegade that considered denying him just to piss off her mate. A part of her would enjoy the torment of testicles overfilled and overripe in her honor. Growing painful with each lingering glance and each intentional touch. Knowing exactly what it did to him, yet doing it anyway.

  But it wasn’t until her hormones reacted to Sickle’s encroaching heat that Renegade understood just what
sort of evil genius her mate really was.

  He wasn’t trying to reward the lesser male for his obedience.

  He wasn’t punishing her for her lingering fury at being chained.

  Oh no. Giaus was using Sickle to trigger a heat in her. Trying to sync their cycles and bring on another Canicule long before her next season was due. Diabolical, festering wound that her mate was, Renegade was forced to acknowledge the brilliance of such a thing. Even now. With her nest mate’s seed gluing them to the furs. His silly little mewls for relief worming under her skin. Inspiring guilt where there should have been nothing but rage.

  And Renegade knew, then. That it was working. That her mate knew much, much more than he had any right to know. He’d removed most of the other males from her presence. Chained her to Sickle and forbidden any of the others to even enter the nesting pit, all so she might breathe nothing but ripe Omega male hormones.

  She could only assume such measures were to ensure Giaus could breed her when he returned. For if her mate returned from the Krust to find that not only was Konjo right, and a litter of kits hadn’t seeded her womb, but she’d succumbed to another Canicule? He’d surely spend the following week immersing himself as deep in the rut as he could possibly go.

  Which wasn’t a… wholly unappealing thought, if she were honest. Hate him though she may, Renegade had to admit fucking him had been the singularly most satisfying experience of her entire life. The thrill of such an Alpha pounding into her guts? Stretching her out to suit his needs? Corrupted divinity at its most debased.

  “Why are you purring, Miss?” Sickle asked, licking at her collarbone.

  Startled, Renegade went stiff. Cutting off the purr mid-breath.

  “It’s beautiful,” he whispered, staring at her with eyes gone black. And though Omega males didn’t have a Canicule with the strength to match a female, she could see that his rut was totally upon him. That he was ripe and ready. As fertile as he’d ever be. “Tell me what to do,” he continued, slender hips beginning to work at her thigh. “All I want to do is listen… Please… it’s… you’re perfect.”