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ADDOM

"Do you want to know where we're going?"

"Yes," the omega grumbles. "I only asked a million times."

I don't keep track, but a million times seems pretty accurate. Despite my commands, this feisty little omega took it upon herself to channel every few minutes. Each time I reminded her to be quiet by patting the fat ass that was bent over my shoulder.

But she has a very short memory.

Or maybe, just maybe, she enjoys being disciplined like a naughty child. From the way more and more of his overpowering scent wafts between her legs after each hard blow, I'd say that's the case.

Anyway, when we climb a high ridge of grassy terrain, the answer to your incessant question appears.

The city.

The center of our territory and the home of the Source.

"Okay," I tell her. "Take a look for yourself."

I turn so that my back is to the city, and now the omega, which is draped over my shoulder, has a clear view of our destination, lit by the golden rays of the low morning sun. "Wow," she sighs in a