Page 84 of Rebel Fates

I laugh. “Because I’m supposed to be turning into an omega?”

Rok lowers his gaze for a moment and recovers. “That happened because of us.”

“And that is the only reason you want me. Because you want a female to go into heat for you? So you can have your fun and then…what?”

“You know I wanted you before all that,” Zeek cuts in. “You must have noticed the others wanting you before your change. Serrat risked his life for you the first second he saw you.”

“You mean when he saw all my privatebitsdisplayed for you!” I growl.

“What?” Crax asks. “Thatwas the first thing they saw?”

I glance at him and give him a curt nod.

Crax clears his throat, but doesn’t comment further.

Zeek is right. I felt the attraction of all of them. And if I’m honest, a pull to them, too.

Would it be so wrong to allow them to satisfy this need no matter what they want from me afterward?

But they were nice to me. Rescued me. Healed me. I remember their touch, affection, and the pleasure they brought me, and I need more.

I take a deep breath, and their masculine scent travels over to me. My body heats, and my center slicks with need.

They all seem to notice.

My eyes briefly flickered closed. I moan. My nipples pebble. Looking at the males, I see their eyes dilate.

“Hathorans!” Crax warns. Apparently, he notices something I don’t. “Down on your knees. You are all reacting to her unintentional call.”

All three growl, but then lower themselves to their knees. They still have their hands behind them, and I don’t like it.

Then something doesn’t feel right. I realize it’s a strange thing for Crax to allow them aboard his ship. “What’s going on? I just wanted to know if they were alive. Why have you brought them here?”

“You wanted them,” he says, then nods toward the three males. “And they want you. I think you mightneedeach other.” He tilts his head at me pointedly. I can almost imagine his expression behind the mask.

“We do,” Serrat confirms. He begins to purr, and my body flushes again with heat and desire.

However, I need to understand Crax’s motive for bringing them here. It is beyond satisfying my urges. I shake my head clear. “Yeah, but I’myourslave. Why would you bring three males who want me here? What doyouwant from this?”

“For you to mate with them,” he says simply.

The three males snap their head in his direction to understand as well.

“Why?” I ask, suspicion dripping from my voice. “I thought you wanted me.”

“You’re transitioning into a human-Hathoran omega, but to complete the process, I now believe you need to take them.”

“Why would I want to do that?” I ask. “I don’t want to be an omega.”

“You are a descendant of the great Hathor, Herself.” Crax steps closer, eliciting a growl from the other three males.

“What does that mean?” I ask.

“In many ways, you could be their leader. Their mate. Their queen… if you so choose.”

“Their leader?” My surprise begins as a chuckle and then into a full laugh. “This is ridiculous.”

“Is it?” Crax turns to Serrat.

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