Page 3 of Wild Omega

But it’s no use.

“They’re coming,” I announce, shoving my chair back. I have to get out of here. The two vulture nurses appear at my side immediately, like they can fucking teleport.

“Let’s get you back to your room,” one says.

“I want to swim,” I say, pushing them away. Anything to cool the fiery heat I’ve been keeping at bay all day. Surely this time I’ll hold out.

“Bye, ladies . . . and gent.” I wave to the omegas and stride from the room so fast the staff jog to keep up. If I can reach my door and isolate in my room, I might buy myself an extra afternoon.

“Something wrong, O-11?” Bitch Number One asks, a hint of amusement in her voice.

“Nothing. I’m waiting for my alphas.”

She scoffs. “Of course.”

My temperature spikes, and I double over, immediately plunging my head into the nurse’s belly, as if it’s her comment that’s pissed me off instead of my body faltering. “Don’t say it!” I snarl. Fuck, I’m a hairbreadth away from losing my sanity.

She catches herself against a handrail on the walls and wheezes a little. “You know you’ll pay for that, Eleven.”

I’m not listening because I’ve made it to my door. Safe; I can picture a baseball referee opening his arms.

A sticky sensation glides down my leg and tears instantly burn behind my eyes. Fuck!

Bitch Number Two leans on my door, blocking me from slamming it shut. “Thought you could run away from your heat, omega?” He laughs, shoulders jerking with the sharp bark. “Don’t you know by now your cycle is as predictable as the calendar itself?”

I swing about and clench my hands, the sweet taste of victory dissolving into bitterness.

He grins with a nasty, mocking expression that I want to bite clean off his face. He lifts a walkie talkie to his mouth. “Eleven is in heat. We’re heading to the nest now.”

“Fuck off!” I scream, lunging at him. “I’m not going!” My soul is that of a hellcat who will beat him to a pulp; unfortunately, my body still belongs to an omega, and an omega in heat is weak as piss.

They both chuckle as they trap my arms behind my back. “You know your body wants it.”

The first whine slips through my throat. “Not the nest,” I beg, trembling all over. Anything but that. Omegas are supposed to love cushions and blankets and the dark during their heats.

Not me. Not ever.

Chapter two

O-11

I dig my heels against the floor, but it’s polished concrete so I slip. I snarl and lash out but can barely flap my elbows between their unforgiving grip and the internal fever turning my strength to mush. The two bitches drag me through the tunnels to a section of the base where the hospital-pretense ends. The familiar dark chasm of the nest yawns in front of me, a gaping black pit waiting to swallow me whole, dignity and all.

Every facade I’ve wrapped myself in drops away and I throw myself against their grip, biting and flailing like the wild thing they’ve made me.

Bitch One growls at me, twisting my arm roughly. “Stop fighting it, Eleven!”

A sob chokes me, cutting off a howl I didn’t know was mine. Why aren’t my alphas coming for me? How much longer can I survive this agony? For so many years I’ve endured this, heat after heat, and I can’t take anymore. My fingernails catch in flesh, and I stumble, trying to get my feet underneath me to run.

“Aww, you’re hurting my feelings, ‘Lev.” The familiar male voice cuts through the mind fog like a knife.

“No!” I screech, shoving the Bitches aside with a sudden burst of strength and fleeing up the hallway.

Strong arms pluck me off my feet, leaving me running in midair. “One would think you’re not happy to see me, but here I am, hanging out for your heats, my little haze cow.” The huge alpha dangles me under his arm and I burst into sobs.

“Fuck off, Ray!”

He rumbles. “No, I’d rather fuck in.” The alpha who always appears for my heats carts me into the dark belly-of-the-beast room, smothering my vision—and my hopes.

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