Page 11 of Omega Scarred

And if I can't do that?

Well...fuck, I don't know.

This is the Enclave, where omegas have agency, wherethey decidewhat they want to do...and who they want to do it with. I know I'm being an asshole, that this is counterproductive to my mission.

But I have to fucking have her. I can't get Jade out of my head, no matter what I do. She's the only thing I can think about--her curves, her scent, that sweet moan. I've been hard as a fucking rock for two fucking nights, my hand isn't doing the damn trick, and I don't know how much more of it I can take.

But I put on a cocky sneer anyway, leaning close to her. "C'mon, kitten," I growl. "Give me a chance."

She scowls. "No."

I force myself to watch her walk away, the sway of her hips hypnotic. She walks to the elevator, her back straight, her eyes on the floor. She doesn't look back at me and she doesn't give me a second glance, as if she's worried that if she does, she'll lose her resolve.

If I had time, I would wear her down.

But I've never had to do that before...and it makes me want her even more.

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Jade

Idon'tknowhowto get Rafe to leave me alone--and every time he gets close like that, every time hetalks like that, I lose a little more of my resolve.

I'm still turned on when I pick up my work assignment for the day--scrubbing the deck. I rub my thighs together as I wait to grab supplies and a jumpsuit, wishing I could act on all my impulses without any consequences.

But I know that's not how it is.

I have to be careful and calculated. I can't just do whatever I want.

Even if...

For a second, I see this vivid fantasy of my heat, with Rafe on one side and Fallon on the other. I squeeze my thighs together, closing my eyes...

Then someone shoves a bucket and a mop in my hand, and it's time to get to work.

I work through the afternoon, the sun beating down on us from overhead. Every so often, the Raft moves so the ACB can't find us--and right now, we're far out of reach of Solstice Bay. I can't even see the city on the horizon, and it makes me feel...

...it makes me feel free.

Not even the sweat beading on my skin can stop me from feeling better about this little escape. And it just makes me want to be more free.

To find a pack.

To run far, far away from Solstice Bay.

To be with Fallon.

I'm falling hard, and it's taken me no time at all. But how am I supposed to resist? He's quiet and respectful--not like Rafe, with his rough words and grabby hands. And that's not even the tip of the iceberg, because Fallon isgorgeous. That dirty blond hair, the tattoos on his lean, muscled arms.

The way he kissed me...

I can't stop thinking about last night, the way he held me, how he wasrespectful. That's the key. I don't want to be pressured, and alphas always act like omegas belong to them by virtue of even existing.

My pussy clenches at the thought of him, and I let out a gasp and lean against my mop for a second. The cool ocean breeze drifts through the flyaways from my ponytail, tickling the back of my neck and my cheek. I imagine it's Fallon's breath, ghostly kisses...

"Alright! Shift's over--you can hit the showers!"

I exhale heavily, looking around to find that the various Enclave refugees around me are all laughing and heading back in. This is volunteer work--just something to help out--but it's still hard. I head down to the block where my bunk is, eager to get in the shower.

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