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I leave the two young ones to enjoy each other’s company. They are whispering about something that seems to be important, but I don’t bother to listen in. Kadmon is well aware of his rank, and I know that I can trust him not to overstep.

I go to check on Addom. Although he is still unconscious, his vital signs are still strong. Hopefully he will be awake and well enough to travel by the morning, and then we can return to the city. To the Source.

A minute later, Kadmon crouches beside me.

“How is he?” Kadmon asks.

“He’s well,” I tell him. “Just sleeping. By tomorrow he should be right again.”

Kadmon nods. I can feel him looking me over as if he is wondering how I am doing too. But he knows better than to ask.

“I’m going out,” he says after a while.

“These are the far lands,” I remind him. “The Alphas here don’t take kindly to visitors.”

Kadmon nods again. He glances over my shoulder at the omega.

“I know,” he says. “That’s why I’m going. I just want to scout the surrounding area. Make sure there are no enemy bands nearby. The omega’s scent has been repressed, at least for now, but I still want to make sure nobody is sneaking up on us.”

Scouting is not a bad idea. But I remember his overly bold words from before about taking on the far-lander Alphas.

“Be careful,” I warn him. “If you run into trouble, come straight back here. Don’t try to fight them all by yourself.”

Kadmon claps a hand on my shoulder and grins.

“I’m always careful, Hasker,” he beams.

Then he sets off, moving swift and quiet toward the entrance of the cave. He’s a good stalker, that boy. He knows how to move without making a sound or leaving behind tracks for enemies to follow. He has learned well.

The omega is curled up in her little nest of weeds and moss by the cave wall, her back toward me.

I decide to lie down too. Soon it will be dark, and we’ll need our rest for tomorrow’s trek.

But as I get comfortable, something catches my eye—it is the sundered stone that I used to break the omega’s chains. Once more my heart aches with pain. The old wound that has never healed.

CHAPTER 9: LILY

I wake from the deepest sleep of my life, feeling refreshed and alive in a way that I’ve never experienced before. My body feels charged with energy, but at the same time, I am totally calm, relaxed, and peaceful.

This must be what people mean when they talk about serenity.

But that good feeling immediately disappears into panic as I realize that I’m wedged between two snoring giants. That comfortable warmth that I’m experiencing? Yeah, that’s coming from their hot breath and half-naked bodies.

Geez, these guys must have some kind of crazy metabolism because I know that the air in this cave is cool, but their bodies feel hot as a couple of furnaces.

As my eyes gradually adjust to the low light, I start to get my bearings.

The one lying in front of me is the leader. Addom. I can tell by the silhouette of his longish, curly hair. His muscular arm is draped over my shoulder, holding me like I’m his teddy bear. Does that mean he woke up at some point from his tranquilizer-induced coma?

I remember how he charged me at the tree. How he ripped my bra to shreds and sucked my breasts so hard it hurt. The memory sends a shiver through my body. I tell myself it’s fear.

A rough beard scrubs against the nape of my neck, and hot breath tickles the back of my ear. I guess the big body spooning me from behind must be Hasker.

He’s not nearly as handsome as the other two Alphas, at least not in a conventional sense, but that obviously hasn’t hindered him with the ladies. Based on the explosive orgasm he gave me earlier, I’m sure it wasn’t his first time exploring a female’s anatomy.

I shiver as my muscles remember the shameful way my climaxes rippled through me. My sex pulses and my nipples tighten as I recall the way that he and Kadmon put their rough hands on my most private and sensitive places.

It was so freaking wrong.