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break the skin. Cock still hard and spitting cum, he rocked the thick swelling at my entrance, bringing a different bite of pain.

“Ryker!”

“It’s smaller than my fist, babe,” he whispered against my ear. “If I’m careful, I can push it all the way up inside your hot little cunt.”

Need, fierce and potent, and a healthy dose of fear went to war as he began to press in.

Ethan growled his warning. Ryker chuckled, and the husky sound sent my heart skipping.

I whimpered as he pulled free, and hot sticky cum poured out. He added further insult by patting my ass and muttering—“Good girl”— before staggering to his feet.

I thought about getting up; my body didn’t want to comply.

“We’re never going to get out of the damn apartment,” Ethan said, and I jerked up as his big body replaced Ryker’s.

Fisting my hair, he shoved my face back into the soft couch and filled me in a single thrust. “Fuck, your cunt is dripping.” He surged deep, the slick and cum making debauch wet sounds with every thrust. “Feels good. Hot, well-used, cunt all open for my cock.” He pounded me into the couch so hard, I lost all sense of self. His mind battered mine through the bond, stifling my climax and holding me at the edge. “Good girl, you can take some more.”

I wasn’t convinced I could. My fingers clawed, tension wracked my body, and I prayed he would come so I could get the torment over.

He did come, but not inside me.

“No!”

Hot jets of cum covered my back as he growled long and low.

When he was done, he smirked as he helped me to my feet. “Go and get cleaned up.” He tipped my chin to gain my eyes. “And, Princess, I will know if you try to make yourself come.”

CHAPTER FOUR

There were the rumors of a Singular who had defected to our enemy, seeking to bring about peace. That was several years ago. Some said she was dead. Some said it was our government who held her in isolation, her views too heretical to be allowed a voice. And some said she never wanted peace and now lived among the Uncorrupted where she plotted to bring about our downfall.

Fundamentally, I couldn’t believe the Uncorrupted would accept peace. Not after my time in their hands.

Nor did I believe an Omega could plot anyone’s demise.

Doctor Lillian Brach

Larissa

HER SCENT HIT me as I entered her office. It was always the scent with Jenda.

An Alpha’s pheromones should be appealing to an Omega. But the Uncorrupted had modified the virus before they administered it, and things did not work in the usual way. I’d learned to mask my abhorrence, but with Jenda, it was particularly hard.

Hair cropped military short, she wore her grey uniform with pride. The tall, female Alpha with the cold, dead eyes stood with her back to me before the window. Beyond her lay the inky blackness of space.

The Uncorrupted moved around a lot. Their ships and space stations were larger in size and more numerous than those found within the Empire. They had few planet-side bases, although more had been established in recent years.

The pendulum was swinging, as it was wont to do in the rise and fall of civilizations, first one way and then the other. Where it would land was yet to be determined.

The Uncorrupted had been the underdogs once. At least, I’d thought they were. Now I didn’t know what to believe. It could have been the Empire’s propaganda masking the terrible truth that they were, in fact, losing.

None of it mattered anymore. I was confident the balance was now firmly in the Uncorrupted’s favor. Ten years was a long time to live with your enemy. Enough time to know them and learn about them in ways no news reports or intel could.

In ways that I wish I could scour from my brain.

In ways that I doubted even the Uncorrupted themselves knew since I was the only known mind-reading Omega in existence.

Lines became blurred. I didn’t hate everyone here anymore than I’d loved every person within the Empire. Most of the people who came across to the Uncorrupted were non-dynamics tired of living on the bottom of the Empire caste pond, seeking a better future for themselves.

They didn’t get it that I could see. Hierarchy existed here and the competition to rise above it was equally as fierce.

“It’s been a while since we tested you,” Jenda said, and turning, settled her soulless eyes upon me.

Those words brought