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’er lack o’ resistance, ’er pussy already bein’ soaked, ’er gasps o’ pleasure as I knock the air from ’er lungs. ’er eyes squeeze shut, an’ ’erlips part in a sexy arse silent scream as I start tu rock intu ’er, witherin’ body lockin’ around mine like itmissedme.

“Aye, me wee Omega feels so feckin’ good.” I bite ’er shoulder, not hard enough tu bleed,she’s bled enough, but jus’ enough tu remind ’er jus’whothe feck shetrulybelongs tu.

“Oh fu-fuck! Sh-shit!” she whimpers, gaspin’ fer air, but I slide me tongue intu ’er mouth, suckin’ the air right back out. I want ’er tu shatter fer me… I want tu ’er break fer me… I want ’er tulivefer me as mine.

“Shite,” I grunt, graspin’ ’er arse. Slammin’ intu ’er, I lose meself in it.

In’er.

Me Omega.

Me obsession.

Aye, she fights me evera second, but ’er body tells the feckin’ truth, an’ that truth isshe ismine.

Even now, as I feck ’er, as she bites her lip bloody tu keep from beggin’, I run me tongue ova it, inhalin’ ’er desperate whimpers as she lets out labored breaths. She cuts emerald eyes at me, glarin’.

“I— I’ll n-ever stop fightin’ this… I’ll never stop fightingyou,” she growls and I thrust deep in ’er, watchin’ ’er cum again, convulsin’.

“Gud… neither will I. Befer t’is hunt is ova, I’ll bound yu tu me,” I groan against ’er lips an’ she bites deep on me lip, forcin’ me tu shove in ’arder.

“AHHHHH!” she cries as I spill me nut deep in ’er womb. “Even if I ’ave to break yu. Even if you ’ate me. Yu will always be mine,” I growl. “An’ yernevaleavin’ me.”

She sobs, ’er body already shudderin’ around me, heat risin’ an’ triggerin’ me rut, makin’ me take ’er again, meanin’ evera feckin’ word.

Chapter 9

Silence of the Forest

EMERALD

Ihate him.

Ihatehim.

I lay with wrists still tied due to the vines, thighs aching from how much he fucked me, body still humming with the last echo of unwanted pleasure, but my feet are almost healed as well as the majority of the scratches and bruises on my body.I hate him…or well, I’m supposed to, but I’ve never had anyone take care of me like that.Let alone an Alpha.

To Alphas, Omegas are nothing but dirty, disgusting, filthy fuck toys willing to spread their legs at the first whiff of an Alpha’s pheromones.

I watch him take the fish from the stake over the fire and come over to me. To my surprise, he gently peels off the skin and meat and blows on it, cooling off the steam before he holds it out against my lips. I narrow my eyes at him, expecting him to laugh, take the food back, and eat it for himself, but he only keeps his hands held out.

“Eat!” he gruffly demands, and once again, even though I don't want to, my body listens to its Alpha.I hate this…

“Ughnn,” I groan at the savory, buttery taste of the fish, eyes wide in shock…how?I cut my eyes over to the herbs laying on the log, shocked that a dominant Alpha such as himself would know how to utilize forest herbs so well. Most of them live posh lives in castles on the outskirts of town and grand homes with butlers, maids, and resources that guarantee they never have to see a kitchen a day in their lives.

Most of them participate in the hunt to fuck and kill Omegas however they want…fucking disgusting murderers!Or for the riches…so why is such a prominent Alpha here?I want to ask, but I don’t want to seem interested in him. Maybe it’s the mark that has me softening to him…it is said that marking softens the heart and makes one weak to their captor.

“Good girl,” he smiles, wiping my lips, and my heart skips a beat. I stare into his fiery red eyes, swallowing, belly growing hot, nipples hardening… forcing me to look away, but he gently turns me to look at him. “You canna hide nothin’ from me,” he growls and my throat hitches as he sets the plate to the side. “Say it, an’ I swear by The Source… as yer Alpha, I’ll make it so,” he whispers sweet words that I know are soaked in oil so he can light them on fire later…just as all Alphas do.

My chest heaves and my tongue feels heavy because for some reason those eyes… those eyes make mewantto believe him.Fuck, this mark is destroying my reasoning.

“I want nothing but to be freed from this bondage,” I seethe, heart aching when his eyes soften.

“Then I apologize, wee lass, but yu’ve gained the obsession o’ a beast an’ I’m neva lettin’ yu go,” he throws at me pointedly. I know deep down what he’s saying is true.I’ll never be rid of him.I’m not one to cry… I’ve been through hell as an Omega in this prejudiced land, but this is too much, and the tears start to fall.

I turn my head away because I don’t want to cry in front of him.Not ever.But the rage is too much. The humiliation is unbearable. The betrayal of my own body is heartbreaking. I press my cheek against the cool bark of the tree and close my eyes. feeling the wind gently caressing my hot, sticky skin.

He cuts the fiery rope and scoops me into his arms, carrying me through the trees as the tears still spill over to the cave I’d called my home before I met him during the hunt. Then truth slams into me, cold and sharp. This man had always been tracking me… I was nevernotin his grasp…

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