Chapter 54

Devotion was demonstrated with attentive and vigorous fucking.

Never words.

Rumor would spread that he had bluntly declared his heart and she had denied his offering. Many of his men would snicker. Some might outright challenge him for weakness.

Chris did not care. He cared that he had frightened her.

He cared that she was distrusting of men, that the enemy had cheapened the power of that monumental word. And that wherever she’d gone to hide, that she was surely crying.

Because of him.

Riddled with frustration, with the undeniable effects of the rut—with a throbbing cock that would not lie down no matter how he abused it—he turned on the translator, vicious, angry, and… disappointed.

Had the short-haired Omega been wiser, she too would have retreated beyond the dividing line. Instead she straddled it. Easy prey.

Looking to her prince and not the retreating Omega, Ann offered an appropriate bow. “My Heidron.”