Page 51 of Choosing Her Alpha
"That is your father's list. I will tell you a story. You won't believe me. But you can do the research and confirm everything I say on this data pad. It connects to Administration Libraries. Say you understand."
His fingers slipped down, just the tips, following her crack. Unable to form words, Sasha hummed. Those fingers snaked around from the back, over her thigh, and to her belly where his hand opened.
"Say you understand," he repeated.
"I understand."
"Now read the names. Out loud."
Sasha read the ten names out loud. A couple sounded vaguely familiar, but she couldn't recall why. The names on her father's list were all strangers.
Kane rubbed her belly in gentle circles, knuckles lightly caressing the underside of her breasts, stirring the curls at the top of her sex each time his revolutions passed low on her belly.
She was so proud of those curls. Her breeder body had frozen with childhood, sexless, until the pheromones of a true alpha woke her up. In three weeks’ time, she'd sprouted new hair everywhere, with Lilla and Lanny eager to remove it again.
But the soft, downy little curls on top of her mons made her a woman. She'd hurt anyone who tried to take them.
"Read the names, Sasha. I can't hear you," he chuckled.
Wet seeped from her. His pants would be ruined. She read through the names again to satisfy him.
"Do you have a preference?" he asked.
"What?"
"These are your father's men. Who would you pick?"
"I don't know. This is his list?" She glanced at the names again. If she wanted, she could have the Administration check to see that they were all still single. Breeders choose. None of them would turn her down. Not like the Alpha Warlord Constantine Kane.
"Did you know the top three names are three of my brothers?"
"My dad knew your brothers? Princes?"
An angry rumble snuck out of Kane's chest. His hand suddenly turned, cupped her breast, and squeezed.
Oh, someone help her. Sasha whimpered. Such an intimate touch. Personal. Private. His gentle touch felt amazing on her sore breasts, like his hands were meant to be there. She wondered if he would carry the heavy things for her, just walk behind her all day with her breasts in his big, wonderful hands.
"Sasha, I would kill my brothers before they ever got near the succession. I may one day have to. Do you know why? Sasha, are you listening?"
She wasn't. She covered his hands with hers. Maybe she could get him to soothe her nipples. Just put his fingers there, on the tips, pull a little bit.
"I am going to set you in the other chair if you don't listen."
Her groan was worried and anxious. "No, don't, Kane. I like it here." Forgotten was her earlier plea to sit somewhere else. She was such a hypocrite.
"Then listen."
"Okay."
"Do you know why I would kill my own brothers?"
"No, I don't know why." She turned her head into his neck and inhaled.
"My brothers want to bring back the slave class in full. They believe, for crimes committed over eight hundred years ago, that all humans should be subservient slaves without rights or property. My brothers are Administrators to three sectors: 10, 2, and 12. Some people call these areas the slums."
"Kane." She leaned away a little, his words interrupting her bliss. "That can't be right. My Dad would never—"
"These men are my brothers. My rivals and enemies, Sasha. Your father, the man who you say loved you, whose will and legacy you are so intent to honor, put them as his first picks as a husband-mate for you.
