Page 2 of Bad Omega

My daddies won’t be happy about that. Oh no, they won’t be happy at all.

Thump-thump!

I don’t know why it excites me so much, watching my protectors go all feral on the boys I bring home. There’s just something about the way Knar roars. The way big Bjor beats his chest. The way the veins pop out all over Renn’s arms. It just makes me feel all… all…

I get so distracted searching for the right word, I completely forget to watch where I’m going. My foot catches on a wayward root twisting across the path, and I go down hard. The three young alphas rush to help me.

“Omega! Are you okay?”

I quickly recover, rising to my knees and bracing my hands against the bare thighs of the nearest alpha. The position is more than a little suggestive. I lick my lips and stare up at him with eyes full of sin.

“Oh my,” I breathe. “How clumsy of me.”

“You must be more careful, little omega.”

But he doesn’t offer to help me up. I think he likes me right where I am. I humor him.

“Must have gotten distracted,” I whisper, “thinking of all the wicked things you and your friends are going to do to me when we get home.”

This time, the thing beneath his loincloth doesn’t twitch—it flat out jumps. When I stand up, I can feel it prodding my tummy, warm and hard. It excites me, but not for the reasons it ought to.

“Perhaps I should carry you,” the young alpha says.

“Carry?” I quirk a teasing brow. “No, I think you’d better chase me instead…”

I spin away from him with a playful laugh and take off running at a full sprint. I am fast for an omega, faster even than some of the alphas my age, and the three who are chasing me now are hampered by their own arousal. It can’t be easy to run when you’re smuggling a piece of wood in your loincloth.

“Hey!” one of them calls behind me. “Wait up!”

“You want me?” I shout back. “You’re gonna have to catch me!”

I pump my legs faster, racing and weaving between the trees, bounding over the understory where it blocks my way, sunlight blinking at me through the gaps in the canopy high above. My long hair lifts behind me as if blown by the wind. My feet barely seem to touch the ground.

Sweet Source, it feels so good to run like this. And it feels even better to be chased. I used to run from my daddies when I was younger. Not because I wanted to get away from them, mind you. Because I wanted them to catch me. It used to be my favorite game for a while. Then my body started changing, and boys started staring, and I found an even better game to play.

I glance back at the three young alphas who are chasing me now.

The exercise has done nothing to soften the ardor straining between their legs. All three of them are jutting as proudly as ever, and their eyes are practically glowing with prey drive. If I let them catch me now, it would probably take more than just words to fend them off.

I think about my daddies, how angry they will be.

The thought sets off another flurry of butterflies inside me, but this time the sensation isn’t isolated to my tummy. It spreads throughout my entire body, touching other parts of me that have no business activating at the thought of my older alpha protectors. It throbs between my legs and tingles in the tips of my breasts. Oh Source…

The feelings are so intoxicating, I don’t even notice the massive figure blocking the path until it’s too late. I try to stop, but my feet slide on the leaf litter. My momentum carries me forward, slamming me straight into a solid wall of muscle and skin. The impact forces all the air from my lungs, and I tumble onto my butt, dazed and startled.

Then I catch the scent.

It’s male, but it doesn’t smell like the boys who are chasing me. Doesn’t smell like my daddies either. It’s a scent I’ve never smelled before, but I recognize it immediately. An ugly, goatish musk that makes my stomach turn.

I lift my eyes to stare at the misshapen thing towering above me, and I immediately want to look away, but my eyes won’t let me. My whole body is temporarily frozen in fear.

“Well, well, well,” the Farlander growls. “What have we here?”

CHAPTER 2

There are two kinds of alphas here in the Zone. Those of the Central Ruins live in the middle of the Zone, in the regions around the ancient city that contains the Temple of the life-giving Source.

The Farlanders, however, are a different breed.