Page 6 of Wild Omega

“Okay, she’s dry.”

The words filter through the feverish smog, suffocating my mind. I moan as his knot rams in through my weeping pussy, locking in a huge orgasm. I pretend. Pretend it belongs to my alpha who came to get me. Pretend he’s gathering me up and peppering kisses all over my trembling lips, licking away the tears that won’t stop falling.

After a few more spasms, my body finally relaxes and a deep sigh spills through me. I can’t tell if it’s the knot or if they’ve shot me with another sedative. Both make everything blurry.

Ray pulls free, dragging the knot painfully from my needy cunt. I whimper, but I’ve no strength left.

He slaps my ass. “All right, pet, see you in two hours.”

The first handful of hours are over. Only seventy more to survive.

All three of them walk out, leaving me huddled in my juices with reality pressing down to steal every shred of optimism until I’m weeping and shaking. Drowning in my own tears.

Even if my alphas could find this place, who’d want a used chew toy like me?

Chapter three

Callisto

The defendant’s lawyer smirks at me before turning back to the judge. “Your Honor, throw this case out. The plaintiff has no compelling evidence, and at this point they’re just wasting court resources.”

I clench my hand on my knee under the table. I cannot lose this case and tarnish my ninety-win streak. Not when I’m so close to achieving my goal.

The problem is, at this point the case is a sinking ship.

Of course the evidence is sparse; his client buried me in so many discovery files it’d take two years to sort through it all. The plaintiff beside me, Ms Felton, turns ashen, her eyes shining with the first hint of tears. Waterworks are the last thing we need in court.

The judge laces his hands together and stares at me across the parquetry floor. “The defense has a point, Counselor. Do you have any other evidence to support your claims?”

My eyes dart around the room, taking in the smug looks of the defending lawyers. My case is going down in flames, but my instincts are screaming I’ve missed something. “Your Honor, may I have a moment with my client?”

He nods. “Court adjourned for a fifteen-minute break.”

I hustle Ms Felton into the side room, my mind running in all directions.

The middle-aged beta slumps against a side table. “We’re going down in a blaze of glory, aren’t we?” She sighs and shakes her head. “I told you Velos are too tough to crack. I wanted to see them get torn to shreds for firing me, but now I’m the one who looks like I’m crying wolf.” She drops her head into her sweaty palms.

“It’s not over yet.” I lean my fist on the glass and stare at the busy street outside. I have to solve this within fifteen minutes, or my hard-earned win streak goes down the professional gurgler. And my career prospects with it.

I grit my teeth. “You never had a complaint or disciplinary action recorded on your file in eight years of working there?”

“No, nothing.” She grips the edge of the table. “I was employee of the month about eight times and had two performance bonuses.”

Velos Corp fired a top-notch administrator because she brought concerns about illegal haze running through the company, and now they’ve lawyered up and claimed they dismissed her for negligence after private customer data got leaked from her workstation.

I’ve been over everything in the case for weeks, but the defense shot down my best angle when my key witness, the Human Resources assistant, just fumbled her story and made herself an unreliable witness.

The only way this makes sense is if Velos has something to hide.

“So, how did they pin the data leak on you?” I muse to myself, closing my eyes. My boss is watching this case closely, and I need to shine if I want that partner plaque.

Ms Felton sighs and drops into the closest chair. “I had my computer open for the IT guy to help me with a glitching program. When he finished, I left it unlocked while I went to get a coffee in the back room. I thought no one else was in the office, and—” From the corner of my eye I see her throw her hands up in frustration.

Through the window, I track the path of a man wearing stylish glasses and a suit on the footpath. One corner of his shirt hangs untucked. A thought strikes me, and I swing back to face my client. “The IT guy.” I’ve searched his files with a fine-tooth comb, and nothing came up.

My client shakes her head. “I sat with him the whole time he was at my desk so I could learn how to debug the program. He left before I did.” She scoffs. “He smelled good.”

I narrow my gaze on her. I’m missing something, but what? “What made you think about his scent?”

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