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  As she was pressed against the Alpha’s body, the shinno released another angry bellow.

  All those who were not really paying attention to him, cheered with each of his roars as though he was celebrating, like how they did when they were first in the hall. But those that saw his face, stopped and turned to look at the object of his anger.

  Shaya's fear reached new heights as the shinno approach them, and she tried to twist as hard as she could to get out of the Alpha’s grip, but it was impossible.

  Shinno Kardos didn't even stop when he arrived. He grabbed the Alpha by the throat, growling, and pushed him back, at which point he finally released Shaya from his grip. She dropped to the floor gasping and scooted away from them as they both hit a wall. The shinno punching the Alpha, and the Alpha attempted to fight back, but with each blow the entire area shuddered, and the snarls and harsh words between them was too much for her to take.

  Turning, Shaya ran through the hall and took the first door she could find. Thankfully, the corridor was pretty empty and she leaned against the wall trying to catch her breath—her heart was pounding in her throat. That was exactly what Kyus had warned her about, that anger, that ferocity. She shook her head disbelievingly. If any of that was ever directed at Omegas, no wonder they tried so hard to block themselves and to hide. She wasn't even unblocked and that was the kind of fury that was unleashed simply because she had left her room. Looking around wildly, she tried to figure out where she was so she could get back to it. Of course the shinno now knew she had left, but it would be better for her if she found her way back there, so at least if he wanted to punish her, it would be private, and she wouldn't be humiliated in front of everyone else like when he tied her up.

  Unfortunately, she had no idea where she was. She walked along the corridor swiftly and took one of the flights of stairs that took her back down a deck. But it didn't look like a deck that she was on before, where her new cabin was. It was, however, much quieter. Walking along the corridor, she wondered if maybe looking out one of the windows would be able to give her an idea.

  She cautiously opened one of the doors and peaked in, but it was empty, and it had no windows. Shuddering, she shut the door back. Maybe she should be extra thankful for the windows that she had in her room.

  Walking along the corridor again, she opened a couple of the other doors and found nothing.

  Turning the next corner, she began to wonder if she would ever be able to find a way back, at least before having another panic. She could feel it rising and she wasn’t sure what was going to happen if she got to the stage that she had last time in the black box-room. This time she wouldn't be contained, and there were people around, but the ship was enormous. She had seen it when she was standing on the port, and she hadn't even been able to see the whole thing. At this stage, she would be immensely lucky to find her way back to her own cabin.

  The next corridor was structured a little differently from the others. It was jagged in shape, and there weren't as many doors as some of the other corridors.

  When she came across the first one, she peeked in and immediately saw that it had a window. And not just any window, but one long window with a wider view outside. It looked completely dark out there, but hopefully she would be able to see something. It was only when she stepped inside the room she realized that there were other people in there. She froze, as her eyes became accustomed to the semi-darkness, then saw a woman sitting in the chair further into the room. She simply smiled lazily at Shaya and beckoned her in.

  When Shaya looked around in more detail, she gasped at the sight before her.

  On the bed was a tangle of bodies, male and female writhing, jutting, and jerking, accompanied by soft moans and grunts. On a table in the center of the room, lay a man being ridden by a female, while another female straddled his face and was gyrating her hips down in a steady and smooth rhythm. The other female, who was also wriggling passionately, had the man's cock clearly buried inside her and her finger jammed inside the female’s… well, it looked like her ass, but it couldn't be.

  The woman in the chair, who had smiled and beckoned Shaya forward, had her legs spread, with her hips tilted up, and a man was pressing his face between them and groaning. As she became aware of the actions taking place, the musky, raw smells in the room and the soft slapping sounds, both reached her at the same time. She took a few steps back, and then turned towards the door, but quickly realized that this was the only room that had the view she needed. None of the people in the room seemed like they noticed her, and the woman seemed friendly. Would it hurt to try to look out the window?

  Her answer came when the man with his face in between the woman's legs, rose abruptly, and squatted, lowering his cock to her entrance. He glanced at the bed, and suddenly noticed Shaya standing by the door.

  “Dess edvanayo ossla ishen. Zor dess veci,” he said, smiling at her. You may (something) join us if you wish. Or you may watch.

  He then turned his attention to his lover and dropped his cock heavily inside her.

  As they clawed at each other, jutting their hips together, sighing and exhaling, Shaya made a decision. She inched toward the window, as slowly as possible, and when she reached the wall, she pressed herself up against it. When no one even noticed her, she turned to look out of the window.

  Most of the view was smothered in complete darkness, and Shaya's heart sank. But then she noticed that there was a light shining from below the deck she was on that shone out onto the sea, and if she looked straight down from where she was, she could still see some of the rippling waves as the ship carved its way across the ocean and hear the wind as it whipped past.

  She focused on that, staring until the rhythmic waves was the only thing in her mind. It wasn't the best experience, but it was better than nothing. She wasn't sure how long she stood there for, but when the panic felt as though it was dissipating, she took a deep breath and turned back around to find the configuration of bodies had changed.

  The chain of bodies on the bed was completely different to how it was before, and the woman and man in a chair seemed to have joined them, or possibly even left the room; Shaya couldn't tell.

  The same man lay on the table, but the woman who was once on his face was now bouncing up and down on his cock, while another woman stood on one side of the table sucking on her nipples. Shaya turned her attention toward the door and walked slowly towards it, but this time she did not escape their attention.

  “Hall,” called the man on the table. “Feryd ossor.”

  Shaya pretended not to hear him, but then he called again, more urgently this time.

  “Ryd.”

  “What?” she muttered. “I don't understand.”

  The man raised his brows. “Oh, Common Tongue. Come here for a moment.”

  She froze, not sure what to do.

  “Only for… a moment,” the man said, his face contorted in as he let out a groan.

  She inched toward him. “I have to get back,” she said, her voice small. “I have to find my cabin.”

  “I'll help you find your cabin,” the man murmured while his eyes were rolling back in his head.

  “You will?”

  The woman on top of him turn and smiled at her. “You should join us,” she said, and then leaned over and took Shaya’s arm and pulled her closer.

  As Shaya neared, she noticed that the man's arm on the other side was between the second woman's legs, exploring her.

  “Yes, I will help you,” the man said, a growl in his voice. “Just wait a moment.”

  Shaya nodded. She didn't hope to get back to her cabin before the shinno, but at least she would get back there and not be lost on this enormous ship.

  As she waited, she suddenly felt a touch on her leg. She jumped, but the hand hooked around the back of her knee, and she realized it was the man's hand on the table.

  “Don't worry,” he said. “You might as well benefit while you wait, no?” His hand inched up the inside of her th
igh.

  Shaya stilled for a moment, wondering what to do. She did not want him to touch her the way he was touching the other woman, but part of her was curious. Would it feel the same way as when the shinno did it? If these people were so open about sex, how come he hadn’t brought her to one of these rooms? That seemed to make the most sense if he didn’t want to have sex with her. Maybe she would learn a lot in a room like this, and the people seemed much friendlier and less scary than the shinno. Although she wasn’t sure if he had brought her here, whether she would have gone through with it.

  The man's hands began to slip up her tunic. Now was the time to tell him to stop or move away. And as his fingers trailed higher, she immediately decided that she did not want it to happen.

  But just as she opened her mouth, the door banged opened and instantly she could feel that the shinno had entered the room.

  The next few moments were a blur. His signature growl erupted around her, and she was whipped backward so fast, she had no idea what happened until she was being pressed into his torso, held by one arm. She tried to lift her head, but he kept it pushed down into his chest, and in the meantime, his body jolted harshly and frequently while he spat out hard words, yells, and grunts.

  Once Shaya realized he was not going to let her see anything, she kept her eyes tightly shut and tried to cut off the sounds, but it was impossible. Hurried sentences in Mayaros, dull thuds, labored breath, and screams, accompanied by the shinno’s harsh words. She couldn't tell what was going on, but it was not pleasant. The same urge she had to flee in the hall gripped her again, but she couldn’t move.

  Then all of a sudden, the shinno was walking, his breath as heavy as his footsteps as he traveled. Clearly they had left the room, but Shaya didn't take any chances annoying him by trying to look around again. She began to tremble at the thought of what he might do once he reached his destination, his body was tense and hard, and it was clear by the involuntary rumbles from his throat that he was still angry.

  They turned abruptly a few times and he began speaking again, harsh and sharp, but this time, a woman replied. She sounded older, possibly elderly, but she responded with clear surprise and shock.

  They exchanged words, the woman becoming more heated as the shinno spoke at rapid speed. Then came banging, thumping, smashing, while the woman shouted.

  “You are frightening her!” the woman suddenly said in the Common Tongue. “Let me keep her here until I have tested it and you can return for her when you calm down.”

  The shinno replied in Mayaros in a clipped and annoyed tone.

  There was silence and then some shuffling sounds.

  After a long moment, the shinno’s body jerked slightly and he spun around and walked back the way he came.

  Shaya remained as still as possible, listening to his breathing and hoping he would walk long enough to calm down by the time they got back to her cabin.

  Unfortunately it wasn’t long enough.

  A hard wall hit her back as he pulled her off him and held her against it by her shoulder and hip. Her eyes widened as she saw the rage in his eyes. He spoke harsh, his voice bellowing and loud, with a growl at the end of every sentence. Fury radiated off him so strongly that she cowered, succumbing to the fear that was already flooding her, and almost choking her from his clear anger. He held her tightly against the wall as he yelled at her, and to her horror, her nipples began to harden. This always seemed to happen at the wrong time, especially when he was annoyed with her. But she didn't have time to think about it right now.

  Abruptly, he pulled her from the wall, flung her down on the bed, and climbed over her.

  Grabbing her jaw, he lowered his face, his blue-green eyes wilder and more turbulent than any ocean. “Did he touch you?” he growled in the Common Tongue.

  In her shock, Shaya didn’t know how to answer. What was he talking about?

  “Did he fucking touch you, Shaya!” he bellowed.

  “Who?” she breathed, her voice so small against his.

  His eyes flashed. “The Alpha that had his hand up your tunic when I entered the room.”

  Oh,” she said, confused. “He touched my leg. He hadn’t reached…”

  “Your pussy.” The shinno’s jaw clenched.

  “No, he didn’t touch… my… pussy.”

  He released her face and yanked off the stopper on a small potion bottle he pulled from his pocket. Squeezing her cheeks together, he forced her mouth open and poured the liquid in.

  Unprepared, Shaya choked and spluttered as the liquid slid down her throat, warming her chest as it entered.

  The shinno tore her tunic down the middle and ripped it off her, exposing her aroused nipples to him, and began roaring again in Mayaros, hard and angry, his deep voice vibrating through her chest like the heavy, low instrument that had been playing in the hall.

  For the first time, she saw him for what he truly was. A wild, untamed, animalistic Alpha—raw and natural, just like the ocean. Although she was terrified, she couldn’t help but admire him, and to her surprise, she desired him in this state. Strongly.

  “Shinno Kardos,” she said, trying to speak calmly. “I'm sorry.”

  He abruptly stopped speaking, his breath heavy as his strange eyes glared at her.

  “I'm sorry for leaving my room,” she said, her voice almost breaking. “I know you told me that I wasn't allowed to leave. But I was in there all day. I… struggled with that. Treska did not come to see me. You… did not come to see me. I struggled. I'm sorry. I was looking for somewhere to see the ocean and I got lost.”

  “That is no excuse, Shaya,” he said, in the Common Tongue, the grit in his voice causing a tingle between her legs. “You seem to think that the rules do not apply to you. You did not even try to stay in there for one day. You took the decision to leave the room, knowing that you had no idea where the fuck you were going!” The end of the sentence ended in a bellow, and Shaya cowered against it as though it would hurt her. But it wasn’t his volume—it was something else in his tone that she didn’t like. “I thought that we had established an understanding,” he said, his voice lowering again to a growl. “But when you saw me, you didn’t even wait in the hall, you ran! It is clear that you have no discipline on yourself. Regardless of what fever you suffer, discipline is necessary at all times. You must learn it. Do you have any idea of the potential danger you could have been in today? If they had discovered what you were…”

  His voice faltered as his face contorted and he shot up on both knees, letting out a raging roar to the ceiling that rebounded off the room’s walls and shuddered and twisted deep into her core.

  She was unable to stop the tears falling. When he said it like that, it seemed to make so much sense. Maybe she could have waited if she tried harder. She hadn't thought about the danger; she simply wanted the ocean. She hadn't been able to be away from it even for one day, but what if where they were going she wasn't able to have any form of natural environment? What if she was locked away for days on end? She would have to find a way to deal with it. Since she had decided to come, and handle anything, she should have been able to try to handle that.

  Instead she had put herself in a situation that could have been dangerous for her and angered him in the process.

  She suddenly noticed him removing his shirt as he glared down at her, and then he was unbuckling his pants. Before she could even find the words to beg him to stop what he was doing—clearly he wanted to punish her—his cock sprang out, thick, heavy, and swaying.

  Along with it came the most gorgeous scent. She had experienced it before whenever she was close to his cock, but now it seemed magnified; strong, potent and layered. It almost made her mouth water, it was so good. She frowned, wondering why, and then all thought went out of her head as the shinno leaned over her on all fours, trapping her in.

  She was surrounded by him, and for some reason his incredible scent dominated the air. And it wasn't just the scent of Alpha that intrigued her, it was als
o his fury, his dominance, the look in his eyes that told her he owned her, the scent of his cock, of the fluid smeared on the tip just for her. And suddenly the need for him to touch her rippled through her so strong, she began to push her hard nipples up and whine, wondering why it wasn't happening already.

  When she looked up at the shinno, those beautiful eyes were locked on to hers, examining her face and her eyes. But nothing that he was seeing could be as beautiful as him.

  He glowed.

  It was only a slight glow, but she had never seen anything like it before.

  Raising her hand to his chest, she stroked him gently, amazed, wanting the glow on top of her. But he still hovered above her, watching her with a hunger in his eyes that made her slick flow freely and her stomach swirl with desire.

  She slowly reached toward his cock, hoping it would stir him. He grabbed her hand, saying something she didn't recognize.

  But there was no need for words.

  The Alpha lowered down and pressed his mouth to hers, hard and complete, locking their mouths together, as he pushed his tongue in to caress hers. She groaned at the taste of him, his breath in her mouth, his body pressing her into the bed, as his arms tucked underneath her, holding her tight as he grunted into her mouth.

  By the time he pulled away, her thighs were sticky and her body practically hummed with delight. She was sure she couldn't feel any better than the pleasure coursing through her body in that moment.

  The shinno took off the rest of his clothes and pulled her toward him, opening her legs wide.

  Whatever he saw between them, he growled at the sight, causing a primal shudder to rip through her body. He stroked the most sensitive part of her and then brought his fingers to his lips and sucked, groaning as though he was in utter agony. He dropped between her legs, licking and sucking her with such urgency, she gasped in surprise. As his tongue worked her nub, the scent of him was still strong, and she wanted it. She wanted whatever he could give her. All thought of embarrassment did not exist as she humped his face and twisted her hips, watching him with his eyes closed as though he was in the most blissful state anyone could find. This time, her orgasm rose so intensely, it was as though all the others were only half-hearted. It tore through her until she screamed, claiming every inch of her, and before she even came down, the shinno was above her, his thickness pressing into her wet core.