would return to normal. But Darre had his doubts. He was messed up.
He was larger than most alphas, had claws, sharper teeth, keener senses, and a highly developed precognitive instinct. Not to mention he had a nasty temper and a big ol' malformed penis.
Whatever beastly genes had been spliced into his ancestors to make them better soldiers had become the dominant controllers of his mind and body. His body bore the brunt of his lost omega.
A little mate like this fine princess might alter his physiology, might give him back some self-control so that he didn't want to shred every living thing all the time.
The monster inside him was content after years of endless raging. Quiet.
Darre purred for Naya and the little female purred back. What an incredible sound. He felt it in his chest, his head, and his soul. He purred until she slept, until his body started to relax and deflate, allowing him to leave the nest.
Padding naked to the door, he rushed down the hall, filled with an unusual urgency. Rushed wasn't his normal style. He did not flutter about like a beta with a list that needed completing.
But now he hated the idea of stepping outside his den and had to hurry and find someone to get food for them so he could get back.
There were always two alphas on duty at the top of the stairwell.
Under renovation to become an administration headquarters when Darre took over the building, not all the fifteen floors of his tower were finished or fully habitable. The top four floors were his alone, but he spent most of his time on the twelfth. It was the most livable, with windows to let the daylight in and several rooms to choose from.
There were escape routes for every level of the building, but guards were stationed in the lobby of every floor. Working in shifts, they were heavily armed with orders only to let those Darre had approved pass by them.
The twelfth-floor guards gave him matching looks of surprise when he appeared naked and smelling of breeder female.
The monster in him stirred, offended that they would try to steal his treasure's scent. No part of him was ready for any of the misbegotten bastards of the tower to see or smell her. He knew he'd take down any male who so much as sniffed in her direction.
"All details will start wearing breathers immediately. Get a setup here before I take off your faces," he snapped. "I need two days' worth of fresh water and half a bloody goat—whatever meat we have that is fresh, seared two minutes each side.
“And have Mac take some men over to Tenbel's place. Clean it out. Bring any of his drones and females here. Put the rest in the hole. Don't let them die; I want to talk to them in a few days. The East Room will need a full cleaning. Get my shit moved over to room three."
"Men at the front are wondering if you had seen that black robe," one of the men, Alreck, answered. He kept his eyes down and was wisely breathing through his mouth. All Darre's alphas knew he had a tricky temper.
"Clear them out. No answers. Leave food and water at the door. Don't knock."
"Mac was gonna give a report, Alpha," Alreck said.
"Yeah. Life goes on. Don't care. None of Mac's reports until tomorrow. He's to handle his shit."
He could send his orders with a data pad, but he only had three functional ones. Not a one of them would be in the kitchen. Alreck would call down the useless elevator shaft to the floors below with Darre's request and a runner would make sure the message got where it needed to go.
Crude as it was, this method of communication was efficient enough that Darre wasn't bothered by hovering servants. It kept his guards at their posts and not running back and forth.
The breeder was getting anxious. He could feel her in his chest, a building sense of unease at his absence. His body turned and he was already taking long strides back to her before he registered the desire to do it. His only conscious thought was getting back to her and not running like a drone slave in front of his men.
Sitting up in the middle of his bed, she was a gorgeous tumble of untamed black curls and generous curves. A woman born for pleasure, her big tits tempted his mouth with puffy areolas. Full and round