Page 45 of Desperate Omega

“Are you saying my heat is what caused them to start fighting?”

He nods.

“Well, that’s not my fault either!” I yell. “I never asked to go into heat! I never asked to be an omega!”

“But you are an omega,” Thorus says. “And a naughty one, at that. Do you know what happens to naughty little omegas, Syra?”

I just scowl at him.

“They get punished,” Thorus says. “And that’s what I’m going to do to you, Syra. I’m going to punish you right here in your nest while Brik and Markus watch. I’m going to put you in your place, little omega.”

“My place?” I say angrily. “And what place might that be?”

“Right now,” Thorus growls, “your place is bent over my knee.”

The alpha is so quick, I don’t even see him move. One moment, I’m sitting up with a piece of animal fur covering my naked body; the next, Thorus is in my nest with me, and I’m lying facedown across his lap, with my bare ass lifted for the other two alphas to see.

“Hey!” I shout. “Let me go!”

I try to stand up, but Thorus’s arm is resting across my back, keeping my upper body pinned in place. All I can do is kick my legs against the furs, and I quickly stop doing that as soon as I realize how ineffectual and girly it must make me seem.

“Calm yourself, omega,” Thorus purrs. “This will be much easier for you if you simply accept your place.”

“I don’t want to accept my place!” I cry, tears flooding my eyes. “I don’t want to be an omega. I hate being small and weak.”

“Weak? My little omega, you are mistaken. You are not weak. Not at all. Let me show you just how strong you are.”

Thorus brings his open palm down against my bare backside with a sharp smack. A moment later, the skin where he struck me burns like fire. I yelp in pain.

“Too hard?” Thorus asks.

I can’t tell if he’s taunting me or genuinely concerned, and I don’t really care. The bastard is spanking me, spanking my bare bottom like I’m a little girl, and that is unforgivable. I toss my hair off my face and glare at him over my shoulder.

“Fuck you,” I snarl.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

He swats me again, a little hard this time. His hand is so large it encompasses both of my cheeks. The blow jolts my entire frame and forces the breath from my lungs in a desperate gasp.

Hot slick gushes from between my legs, filling the air with my shameful scent.

I look at the other two alphas, who are standing at the foot of my nest, both naked and both highly aroused by the sight of my spanking. Brik even has his hand on his cock, and he is stroking himself slowly while he watches. I don’t bother appealing to him for help. I already know how obedient he is to his pack master.

But Markus is supposed to be my friend. How can he just stand there and watch me get punished like this?

“Markus, do something!” I beseech him.

He just shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Syra, but Thorus is right. You need this.”

For a moment, I just gape at him, unable to believe what he just said to me. Then, as Thorus’s big hand comes crashing down across my bottom again, my expression shifts into one of pure anger.

“Brik was right,” I hiss. “You are a traitor!”

Markus looks visibly hurt by my words, and he starts to take a step forward as if to help me. But then something stops him—my scent, perhaps—and he kneels beside me instead.

“Syra, what I did last night in the mausoleum was wrong. I thought I was helping you by putting myself to sleep, but now I see how foolish that was.”

“Maybe you’d like to switch positions with me right now?”