Page 97 of Nobody’s Darlin'


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“You did so good, baby, such a good Omega,” I praise her.

She hums as her eyes close. I don’t need to imagine how tired she must be; I know because I feel the same way. The combination of no sleep the day before, along with everything that went down really wore us out.

As much as I want to stay awake and watch over her, I can’t help but succumb to the sleep my body so desperately needs.

I’m notsure what time I wake up, but it’s to Lily moaning in my ear as Tate fucks her from behind. Neither of them pays attention to me as I get up to go to the bathroom to take a piss. I’m groggy, hungry, and didn’t get enough rest. And I know that I won’t anytime soon.

I blink away the tiredness in my eyes and taking care of business when a dog bumps into my shin scaring the fuck out of me. It’s only then I notice the shower running.

I pet the dog and glance over at the naked man in the shower, blood flowing down his skin into the drain. Someone was fuckin’ busy.

“Hey,” I say to Cash, and he nods his head in reply. I don’t know when or how he got here, but I’m thankful. There’s no way Tate and I could have gotten through this alone, and I know it would’ve broken Lily’s heart if he didn’t show up.

They needto understand who they belong to, repeats in my head over and over as the sad Alpha grips my hips and fucks me from behind.

I need my Beta.

He’s so sweet and precious. He belongs to me, and when I find those Omegas who scented him, I’ll kill them.

The thought is dark, but I can’t shake it.

There is a gaping void in the center of my chest. I need my quiet Alpha; the one who takes the best care of me.

Where is he?

Does he not want me anymore?

Have I upset him?

Am I too damaged for him now?

He promised me a bond mark, and I crave it. I’m doing everything I can to make the sad Alpha behind me give me what I want. And what I want is his teeth as deep inside of me while his knot is doing the same, marking me as his and taking what he wants.

No matter how much I beg and plead, he doesn’t give me what I want.

I fucking hate it.

“It’s okay. You’re such a good Omega,” he coos behind me. The words are a soothing balm over the rejection, but it’s not enough.

Nothing less of a bond mark will do.

The shining ring on my finger glistens as I fist the sheets, and I smile, knowing my Beta gave this to me as his own way of claiming me. His teeth might not be able to mark me in the same way as an Alpha’s can, but he’s proven his loyalty.

My sad Alpha’s knot is deep inside of me, and it feels perfect, but I want more. I want them all covering me in their scents and telling me how perfect I am and that without me, their lives mean nothing.

I greedily need to be at the center of their world.

Something dark and wrong pushes against my mind, but I shove it away. All I can care about is being with my pack, making them all claim me in an irrevocable, undeniable way that my body is demanding.

I want their scents, their cum, their love. I want everything.

A noise to the left of me breaks my daydream, and when I see my quiet Alpha, the last to join us, a part of me calms. A needy whine rips through me. I need him so badly.

Where has he been?

“I’m sorry, baby girl. I’m here now,” he reassures softly, climbing onto the bed and sitting in front of me. His body is huge, and I love it. It’s like he was built to protect me.

His beautifully dark skin is marred with new scars, and it makes me murderous.