Dron slammed his hand against the wall and growled at the empty space.

He’d already given away the upper hand.

He wanted to make it seem like he couldn’t understand her for longer.

Yet the very second he realized that she was in the room with him, not just any room but his bedroom, he couldn’t hold his tongue any longer. The woman unnerved him like no other.

Still, even after he exposed himself, she tried to keep up with the facade.

As if she were really here by her own decision.

It was ridiculous.

Dron wondered what her end game actually was. If she were here simply for information, there had to be better ways for her to get it.

He closed his eyes and inhaled; it was painful. Not that she ran away scared, but the scent.

In all of Dron’s life he’d never reacted to a women the way he was to this omega.

She smelled like the sweetest flower. It made Dron tempted to taste her. He wondered if she’d taste just as sweet.

With a deep groan, he pushed himself away from the door.

He looked down at his body. He was completely engorged.

This was a problem. He would have to do something about this before going back out to find his runaway wife. It’d seem like a useless act, masturbating. He’d never achieve release. It was the main reason he didn’t do it.

The only way for him to release would be with a mate. In fact it was considered against the law for a man to expend his seed outside of the womb of an omega. The high council didn’t want any chance of waste.

But the high council wasn’t here, and Dron was nearly out of his mind with desire. So strong that he was willing to do nearly anything to have it relieved.

Even for a little while.

As crudely as possible, Dron lifted his hand to his mouth and spit into his palm. He cursed himself for being this weak. The small woman had only been in his presence for a few hours, and already he was failing.

He yanked down his pants and stared at the angry looking primary sex organ. His knot was still deflated. It would always be deflated. It’s said that only a fated mate can bring on the hormones needed for an Alpha to inflate.

As for now, the knotting glands were just accessories. They had no real purpose. Dron might have felt the mating bond starting to take hold with this woman, but he was no fool.

A fated mate was something entirely different.

A fated mate was put here specifically for their alpha. The community says his mother had a fated mate, and she ran away from him. Based on what Dron knew, that was impossible. It would’ve been as if she ripped her body apart. He truly believed that there was more to that story that the elders hadn’t told him.

Dron grabbed hold of his upper cock, the larger of the two. He wrapped his hands around it and slowly began to massage up and down.

The first stroke was enough to make his knees buckle. He braced his forearm against the wall to keep him up. He knew being inside a woman’s body would make the entire process much more pleasurable but he was no fool. The next time he would be in a woman would be at another testing if another Omega decided he was worth a try.

This was the best that he was going to get.

"Moon goddess....fuck." He groaned through his clenched jaw as he continued to move faster and faster.

Sweat beaded his forehead, and pleasure rocketed through his body. His tense muscles trembled with the need to release. The need to go and find his mate and ram her through the nearest wall.

The pleasure came in peaks and valleys, sometimes it felt like he was right on the precipice of release right before the urge plummeted and he fought to get it back.

It was a constant swing, but still it was better than just enduring the pain that came with being this engorged.

That is until a new pain began.

It’d been a long while since he’d felt this kind of pain. Since the last testing.

A dull, growing ache at the top of his thighs and his lower back. He was storing too much of his seed. It felt like his midsection was just a large sack fit to blow, except he knew it wouldn’t.

Dron wrenched his hand from his shaft and pressed it against the wall. His fingers dug into the wood and he left deep gouge marks.

He felt crazed. Felt as if he were coming off the hinges in his mind.

Dron fought to get his breathing under control, tried to focus on what was right in front of him but when he closed his eyes, all he could see was the woman’s face. His new wife.

Those large brown eyes looking up at him. The way she gasped and whimpered when he got close to her. Her smell. Everything about her turned him on in a way that he’d never experienced. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"Damn it!" He roared and beat his hand against the wall over and over until the pain in his palm caused him to forget about the need to come.

When he looked at his hand again, he realized that he’d done some damage. His palm was bloodied, and his fingers were swollen. He’d have to rub some nectar on it in order for it to heal quickly.

With a new task, he opened the door to his room and walked out.

The scent of the woman’s fear wafted around him. It was like she had been trailing the pheromones behind her as she ran away.

She’d ran away...

Dron spent so much time trying to negate the effects of his desire that he didn’t bother to follow after the woman. Was she dense enough to try to leave the house?

The panic whipped through his body, and he picked up the pace as he tried to follow the scent and locate the woman. He checked the main room and the other bedrooms on this side of the house. She wasn’t in any of them.

His heart raced in his chest. If he’d screwed up enough to have the woman running through the wilderness he’d be punished for it. The high council and the rest of the community would whip him and throw him into the black cells for sure.

"Woman!" Dron roared as he spun in one place, looking around, praying for his small wife to appear.

He clenched his hands into fists; the pain in his already injured fingers sizzled through his body.

That was good. It gave him something to focus on.

Dron took another breath and slowly calculated just where the woman might have gone.

He hadn’t been in his room for too long.

She couldn’t have gotten very far. He did realize the doors to the outdoors where still closed and it would take her a long while to open them on her own.

She was hiding in the house.

He breathed in deep, allowing her scent to wash over him. He used it to track her. Slowly, he walked in the direction it was the most intense.

"I know you’re here. I can smell you. I feel you in my bones. Come out now, and this will be far less traumatic for you." He said out loud, the thrill of the chase overtaking his mind.

Still she didn’t come forward.

"Woman..." Dron called out with a melodic tone. How he wished he could punish her for making him go through this.

He instantly regretted the thought. It wasn’t her who was torturing him. It was whoever had hired her that was doing this to him.

The scent of her grew stronger as he turned down another hallway.

The hair on the back of Dron’s neck stood on end. He had to be careful, or he’d really start to think that she was prey. He’d pounce on her and not let her up until she was completely subdued.

He groaned loudly. Just the thought of that was nearly more than he could bear.

He gulped air down and once again tried to center himself. The woman had barely been near him, and he was already almost out of his mind. Once he found her and made sure that she was safe, he would have to do his best to stay away from her. At least until he got used to her presence. When it got to a point that she no longer had this kind of effect on him, he would go on like she wasn’t important.

He continued on his way only to make it to the completely opposite side of the house. The lights turned on and turned off as he continued through the area.

Once he made it to the back room, he finally heard her. He didn’t activate the door. Instead he tilted his head, letting his overly sensitive hearing shine.

"He’s crazy. He’s trying to kill me! You promised me that no one would hurt me through this process. You’re a liar!"

At once, Dron’s heart dropped into his stomach. He’d suspected. Hell, he did his best to convince himself that she was a spy or someone sent to hurt him; still, there was a small kernel of hope that it wasn’t the case.

He could hear the proof.

She was talking to whoever was responsible for this ploy. She was trying to get out of this.

Good for her.

Good for both of them.