Page 1 of Bad Omega

CHAPTER 1

“How much farther, Eri?”

Blessed Source, these alpha boys can be so impatient. And do they really think they’ll get into an omega’s loincloth by whining like that?

Oh well… let them think they will. Alphas are always so gullible at this age. Always thinking with their dicks and not their brains.

“Not much farther,” I say, loading my voice with honey. “I promise.”

We are walking together through the woods, my three alpha admirers and me. The trees in this part of the Zone were already ancient before the time of the Great Cataclysm. Some are as tall as the buildings in the Central Ruins. Their limbs tangle into a lacework of greenery that blocks out all but a smattering of the hot, midday sun. The shaded air is laden with the fertile smell of the forest: soil, mushrooms, decaying leaves…

And horny male sweat.

The young alphas trot along behind me like a trio of lost pups. They claim to be twenty-five—at least that’s what they told me when I first met them an hour ago, fishing by a stream—but of course I know better than that. The sparse hair on their faces and chests suggests they are closer to my own age of nineteen. Plus, they have barely any piercings at all.

I bet none of them are pierced beneath those leather loincloths they’re wearing. They’re not real alphas like my—

“Are you sure your alphas won’t be home?”

The alphas to whom he is referring are not my mates. If anything, they are more like fathers to me, though that isn’t quite right either. Not technically.

I use the word that comes naturally:

“My daddies went out hunting,” I tell him. “They won’t be home ’til sundown.”

I place a reassuring hand on his chest and let it slowly slide downward. He grins, emboldened.

“Your daddies should know better than to leave such a pretty young omega to fend for herself.”

I play along: “Are these woods dangerous?”

“They can be, omega. But don’t worry, my friends and I will protect you.” He glances around, looking into the deep, cool shadows on either side of the trail. “But if your fathers are going to be gone for a while, there’s no rush to get you home. These woods offer many places to hide. Places where no one will catch us.”

My fingers pause at the top of his loincloth, the front of which has started lifting noticeably.

“Catch us doing what?” I ask, ever so innocently.

Before he has a chance to answer, I spin away from him and continue strutting down the path toward home, swinging my hips way more than necessary.

I’m giving the alpha boys quite a show.

The outfit I’m wearing today is an old one. I outgrew it many seasons ago, but I held onto it for occasions such as this. The little breechcloth is so skimpy, it doesn’t even reach the bottom of my butt, and the front flap barely covers what it’s supposed to. The top is so tight, it smushes my boobs together, making them look even bigger and rounder than they really are.

I turn and glance back at the three young alphas behind me. Their jaws are practically on their chests, and their loincloths have become miniature pup tents between their legs.

I pretend not to notice.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” I say with a giggle. “Don’t you want to take me home? It will be so much more comfortable there. So many soft places for us to… play.”

That gets them moving again, like the good little puppies they are.

My heart is going thump-thump-thump! with excitement, and my tummy is full of flutters. Not because I’m looking forward to letting these three young alphas have their way with me. That is not going to happen, despite all my signals to the contrary. I’m excited because I’m thinking about what’s really going to happen after we get home.

Earlier, I said my daddies went hunting and wouldn’t be back ’til sundown. The first part is true.

The second, well…

When they were setting out this morning, my alpha protectors promised they would be home at exactly one hour past noon, and they never break a promise. They will be returning home shortly after I arrive with these three young fools in tow. Just enough of a time difference for them to catch us in a truly incriminating position. Not mating, of course… but perhaps not quite fully clothed either.