The three of them dash at me, attacking together. The Omega has scrambled away behind a rock, leaving me free to rain down total destruction on anyone left.
I face the three, claws out and fangs bared. I leap onto the larger one and sink my teeth into his shoulder, ripping off his armor along with a chunk of his flesh. Blood fills my mouth.
The big Alpha roars as I leap away. I’ve slashed the straps of his armor. It offered little protection, but now he will feel exposed.
Golzon and the second are still attacking. The second has a blade. He rushes forward. I pretend I am as slow as an elderly Beta and let the blade almost touch my midriff. I grab his wrist and force the attacker to complete his lunge. His blade drives straight into Golzon’s chest. I jerk it across. Golzon falls, holding his own guts. I kick the second Alpha’s knee out of its socket and twist the weapon out of his hand to drive it into his throat.
There’s one giant Alpha left. He’s clutching his neck where my teeth tore a chunk out of him. He got off easy. His two friends are now corpses on the ground. He bows to me, backing away.
Smart warrior.
There’s a sharp cry from the Omega’s hiding place. Her pale limbs thrash in the hold of a dark shadow—another Alpha. The coward was lurking on the outskirts of the fight and couldn’t resist the opportunity to take what he wanted.
The Omega arches her body back, making it difficult for the Alpha to keep hold of her. She has no fighting skills, but she’s trying. She slams her feet down to stomp on his foot. Her heel kicks up, catching the Alpha between his legs. The shock makes him stagger. It's enough for me to race across the clearing, dig my claws into his neck, and rip his head clean off. The severed head bounces over the blood-soaked grass.
The decapitated body falls. The Omega twists free. Her foot splashes into a dark puddle, and she chokes on a whimper.
I snatch her up. I want to race to carry her far from here, but instead I turn to show her the state of our enemies. Their deaths will soothe her.
“Y-you…” My little one's eyes are wide open, unseeing. “You k-killed them.” Her teeth clack together.
Enough.I cradle my sweet bundle close and head towards the whispering stream I can scent in the distance. I duck around hanging vines and step lightly through the ferns. The grasses part as I pass.
The forest is calm. Far off, I sense the hunt ending. The Alphas have paired off with their Beta prey. Their pleasured cries have died away. They will have retreated to the palace for more revels, leaving the forest at peace. The creatures are returning to their work and play under the moons. The insects and night birds swoop, and sing their eerie songs.
The small leaves on the vines of the cextrees whisper this news to me as I find the stream and follow it until it widens to a river.
My Omega is still shivering when I set her down on the bank and wipe the offal of our enemies from her skin. I scrub my beard and slosh water into my mouth until the bloody taste is gone. I wade into the cool deep with her in my arms, and when we emerge on the other side, we are washed clean.
I head off, holding my Omega tight against me.
She’s limp, silent, not resisting or fighting me in any way.
There’s a strange tug in my chest.
Ignoring it, I press on, stalking along the river bank until the hushed roar of crashing water drowns out the creak and chirp of the night insects.
The silvery sheen of the waterfall glimmers ahead. My lair lies behind it, in a huge cave hewn by the elements.
Nobody knows it exists. It’s where I come to hide from my duties. From society. Not even Brokk has found it, because I am careful to wash off my scent before I approach it. The thick herbs that grow on the river bank will cover the Omega’s scent. We will be undisturbed here.
My chest is rumbling. I am purring to soothe her as I carry my precious bundle through the hidden entrance into my hideaway. The Omega is so still, so docile. Is she all right?
She is beautiful, with her pointed chin, the slight tilt to her nose, her lips swollen from my kisses. Her breathtaking eyes are closed.
Is she asleep? Unconscious? The kernel of worry gnaws at me. I lay her down on my fur-covered bed and she still doesn’t move. Her limbs are cold and her hair hangs in wet strands. Our dip in the water washed away her perfume, but it’s already returned, subtly scenting her skin.
I tuck the furs around her, lifting the sodden strands of hair away from her neck and fanning them out on the pelts to dry. I’m still purring for my Omega.
An Alpha’s purr can soothe, comfort, even subdue his mate. It’s then that I realize: my little Omega—my lysia flower—is not hurt or insensible. She’s calmed to my purr.
Instant relief floods me, and I waste no time in settling myself down beside her, wrapping her tight in my arms, pulling her against my chest.
She fits perfectly against me.
Now that I’m able to admire her in peace, I gaze my fill at her curves, her smooth skin, her dark, taut nipples pressing against the gauzy material of her tunic. She smells delicious—a combination of her own unique scent, and my seed. I lick my lips; my cock is rigid again already.
Soon, I will rut her the way she deserves to be rutted. I will bring her to climax until she passes out from the pleasure. I will fill her every hole, and cover her with my cum.
