Page 8 of Feral: Part One

“You really don’t want a pack? Every Omega wants a pack.”

“Why would I want the very thing that has ruined me?” I snap back at him, the pitch of my voice rising a little. “I can’t smell shit from a flower. I don’t have heats, and I have no bonding instincts.None. The only reason I listened to that fucker is because his teeth were in my shoulder.” I hiss, the pain flaring as I shift, my good hand gripping the blanket. Something in the bond keeps me from saying anything else, almost like Kael’s control worksthroughthe bond.

Thane snorts as he stalks toward me and then leans across the mattress to roughly grab my chin and drag me close to him. I can feel the heat of him, the faintest musk of leather and sweat filling the air as he digs those fingers into my chin. “You have quite the mouth on you and I’m sure it’s going to get you in trouble. I’m going to enjoy it. However, give that fucker some respect. He’s my cousin.”

I try to pull away, my good hand clawing at his wrist, but it’s like he’s a goddamn wall of muscle. A whine slips out and I hate how my biology betrays me. Thane’s grin widens, that stupid amusement playing on his face again. “Oh, so you arestillan Omega. Good to know. Get some rest. Someone will be back with food. Welcome to Wolfscorge, little one.”

The way he says ‘little one’ has my cock thickening between my thighs even as I scramble backward when he releases my chin. When he leaves the same way Kael did, I finally have a moment to breathe and to assess my new situation. The place is much nicer than Veltmoor or literally any other place I’ve lived but there’s somethingoff. Like the absence of any real emotion in this place.

Luxury without a soul, I guess.

I push off the bed and head for the bathroom, my head starting to spin and my vision blurring again.Fuck.I already knew coming to a new place would fuck with whatever biology I had left but between the outbursts and the feral spikes that are nearly as painful as going through a heat alone, wishing for death isn’t just awish.

The feral craving for a knot nearly rips me apart every time because I can’t have it and I can’t satisfy the need. Panic claws up my throat as I rush forward a little faster, slick pooling in my briefs. The only thing that marginally helps is the bitter cold of an ice bath. Since there’s no access to ice here, the cold water will have to do.

A cramp tears through my belly as I fumble around the bathroom and finally reach the shower, turning the knobs on full blast. Tears spring free, running down my cheeks as I strip out of my clothes, the cold soothing the fire beneath my skin. But only a little.

There was a time when I enjoyed my heats, when I enjoyed that submissive part of me and I gave into my Alphas. But submission is not something I can afford anymore.

And I don’t want to.

I collapse onto the tiled floor, tears streaming down my face, mixing with the water as slick continues to gather around my hole. Curling up against the tile, I arch myself into an awkward position to stuff two fingers in my ass but it’s not enough. It never is.

A broken cry falls from my lips as I continue to fuck myself, using my other hand to stroke my cock, knowing that I’m only going to exacerbate the moment. My Omega is crying out for the Alpha that left earlier, the one that told me not to fuck everything up for them. I could almost beg him to help me but then I remember I’m not here to be saved and temper down those emotions.

I come in seconds, my release splattering against my palm and stomach before it’s washed down the drain. I don’t stop though, continuing to fuck myself through the spike, hissing and snarling at the painful cramps welling up in my belly.

“Why can’t I just die?” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the water. My shoulder burns with the movement as I come again, the heat burning hotter rather than dissipating. I can’t even find pleasure as I flop back against the wall and let the heat consume me.

It’ll be over eventually.

And maybe then the pain will stop.

Fat chance.

Malik

To say that Preston is a little shit, is an understatement. The fact that he actually tried to follow our Alphas down to the main house was bad enough, even as he was yelling from the bathroom, retching his guts out to wait for him. Kael and Thane made me promise Preston didn’t leave the house and the only thing that kept our Omega curled up in his nest was the promise of cuddles… and something a little more.

An hour later and I’m now in Kael’s favorite armchair in the living room, his musk surrounding me as Preston rests against me in my favorite sheer robe, a dark shade of forest green, nothing else underneath. He’s sweet when he’s quiet, those full cheeks and small smile that hide his snarky ass when he’s awake.

I press a kiss to his forehead, his curls a sweaty mess, soft puffs of air hitting my bare chest. My gaze dips a little lower to thecurve of his belly, a smile playing on my lips at the thought of a little one running around at some point. Despite our situation, I’m genuinely excited to have one of our own.

The moment is dashed as the door slams open and Kael stalks in, his face a storm of rage, blood dripping down his teeth. I thought something strange had happened earlier, weird twinges along the bond which is why Preston had woken up in the first place.

But I hadn’t expected this. Almost as if Wolfscorge dampens the strength of our bonds so that I can’t truly feel my mates unless we’re in close proximity. Like now. And god, Kael ispissed.He approaches us without a word before leaning down to capture my lips in a show of dominance that I can only submit to.

I don’t even have time to register it before Preston is scooped out of my arms and Kael is stomping down the hallway into our Omega’s nest, the door clicking shut behind them. Kael’s in a mood, no doubt from dealing with Slate, and I’m not surprised he’s taking it out on Preston. That Omega’s gonna wake up to a hell of a ride.

Letting out a little laugh, I push to my feet and head for the kitchen, digging through the cabinets for whatever will suffice for a mug these days. There’s one last washed mug, chipped on one of the edges, and a few spoon fulls of shitty instant coffee. We’re allotted money every month and there’s a small market in this place—Wolfscorge an entire community locked in on this compound—but nothing compares to that rich shit Thane and Kael introduced me to months before we got caught. I wouldn’t say I’d like to live in luxury like that but the coffee?Orgasmic.

There’s a squeal and then a low whine before a sudden burst of pleasure ripples through the bond, Kael’s rough grunts echoing down the hallway. My cock thickens and I groan, knowing that if I tried to walk into that room right now, I’d find a knot in my asswithnoprep. I like pain but not that kind. Nope, I’ll suffer until Kael’s calmed down.

I make a small cup of coffee and wait for Thane, knowing the Alpha will debrief me on whatever we’re looking forward to. Add in the fact that I’m the unofficial doctor of the pack and I’ll be tasked with making sure the Omega lives long enough to get us out of here. I have no idea what state the Omega is in but anything less than healthy means we’ve failed.

Granted, that doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun… like sticking my dick in him. God, Preston will be so jealous. Maybe he’ll lick the new Omega’s scent off of me.

A grin takes over my entire face just as Thane pushes inside, a deviant smile curling his lips. I lean against the counter and stir my coffee before taking a large gulp. It’s cold and grainy but I don’t fucking care at this point. Caffeine is caffeine. “I’m guessing he’s gorgeous as fuck but a little shit,” I offer.

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