A knot.
I’ve never experienced heat alone before. When I went into my first heat, I called the doctor for help, and then…
Help came, but it wasn’thelp.It was them. The facility. Sneed. I thought I was entering the place to get through my heat, and he told me they could help me.
Help ended up being a knotless alpha who fucked me too hard and came all over me while I cried.
I was so confused, because it felt good. But I was also disappointed because he didn’t come inside me, like I knew he should have. I also hated it. It hurt. It hurt so bad I couldn’t move after, and then some man peeled me off the dirty floor and shut me in a cage.
Where I remained until hours ago.
The only life I’ve known for years was that cage. The endless cycle of heat and needles and breeding sessions that left me feeling broken inside and out. My only solace was that somehow, I’d never gotten pregnant. I’d call it luck, but being in that cage was the opposite of lucky.
And now, here I am, free, but…
I didn’t think about what I would do in the heat, alone.
My mind wanders to Mr. Blue Eyes. His thick scent, those icy pools that stared into me. My omega’s response pissed me off, but…
No. Absolutely not, Auryn. He’s an alpha. He’s a hunter. He’s the fucking enemy, and you don’t need him.
Even if he might have the equipment you seek…
I try to dispel the thoughts of him from my mind, but the momentary thought of him makes my pussy flutter and causes a wetness to bloom between my thighs.
Fuck me.
I should not be thinking about him at all, let alone in a capacity such as this.
But I find myself wondering if he would be like the others who bred me in my cage. Would he be like the ones who touched me beforehand? The ones who wanted me wet before they fucked me? Or would he be like the ones on the clock who wanted nothing more than to come and satisfy their instinct to breed me, the ones who didn’t care how wet I was as long as they had their hole to fill with their menial deposits?
My fingers slide over the heated fabric as I close my eyes and swallow harshly.
Something tells me Mr. Blue Eyes would be in the former category. He doesn’t seem like the impulsive type. Hunting someone takes skill, patience.
I bet he’d draw it out. Slide those fingers inside me and stroke me until I was more than wet, only to take them away and make me wait.
Make mebeg.
Fuck, I should not be thinking these kind of thoughts, I—
My body reacts of its own accord as I slide my finger through the side of my panties, and I feel how wet I am.
I’m soaked.
My body is hot like a fire, covered in sweat, and my nipples ache.
It’s a means to an end, I tell myself. It doesn’t mean anything. I have no alpha to knot me, not even a beta to comfort me like revered omegas do.
I’ve heard the stories in the chambers of the facility. About omegas who get married or bred off to high-ranking alphas whose sole purpose is to breed the next generation of high-ranking alphas. Those omegas are the lucky ones. The beta in the alpha’s employ cares for her. Comforts her. Especially in the absence of her alpha.
To know that kind of comfort is a dream. For any omega, but especially for one like me.
No, I have no alpha, no beta, no knot, nothing.
Just myself and my own hand, so I swallow my disdain, my shame, and I try to remember how the men in the facility touched me.
The moment I slide my finger into my aching core, I feel a flood of relief, but even then, it’s minimal. It’s not thick or big, and it’s certainly not a knot.
