Page 9 of Bad Omega

Renn shrugs.

“You made this nest, little omega. Now you’ve got to sleep in it.”

I glower. I’m pretty good at that—especially when I’m doing it at Renn.

“You just want to watch me get spanked.”

“Maybe.” He places a finger under my chin and leans in close, so we’re face to face. Then he whispers: “And maybe you want me to.”

I don’t know what’s more disturbing. The fact that Renn would say something like that…

Or the fact that he may be right.

Over the past minute, I’ve been so focused on what Knar wants to do to me, I haven’t bothered to pay attention to how my body has been reacting. The sudden stiffness beneath my top. The strange, ticklish warmth between my legs. The goosebumps everywhere.

The throbbing.

Blessed Source, what is wrong with me?

Renn uses his finger to turn my face toward our pack leader. Knar is still sitting on the stool beside us, his muscles hard and half glowing in the sunlight through the windows. His eyes burn like gray fire.

“You’ve begged for mercy, omega, and found none.” He pats his meaty thigh a second time. “Now it’s time to take your punishment like a big girl.”

Something in his voice calls to my inner omega, compelling me to obey him, pulling me toward him like a pair of invisible hands. Yet at the same time, something else holds me back. The same something that made me play my naughty games.

“Make me,” I whisper.

As soon as those words have left my tongue, I regret them. I should know better than to challenge the leader of the pack. The wicked grin that spreads across his face tells me I’m about to pay for my insolence.

Knar is so fast, I don’t even see him move. I barely feel it either. One second, I’m standing in front of him, glaring with defiance—the next, I’m face-down across his lap, one arm pinned behind my back to keep me from struggling.

“Daddy!” I gasp.

“You asked for it,” Knar growls. “Now you’re gonna get it.”

He grabs the rear flap of my loincloth and lifts it, exposing my bottom completely. I squeal, and pull it back down again with my free hand. Knar tsks.

“Come now, Eri. It’s nothing we haven’t seen before.”

I suppose that’s technically true, but it’s been a long time since the alphas have seen me with my clothes off, and my body has changed a lot since then. I have curves now—lots of them—and fur in places they haven’t seen.

“Let it go, Eri…”

This time, it is Bjor who speaks. He is kneeling beside me now, and his big hand is gently holding my own.

“…Let Daddy Knar do what needs to be done.”

There is a hint of purring in his voice. The same gentle rumbling he would use to ease me to sleep when I was younger. That sound lets me know I’m safe. No matter what happens, my alphas will not let any harm befall me. I release my loincloth and hold his hand instead.

“Good girl,” says Bjor. “That’s our good little omega.”

Knar lifts my loincloth again.

This time, I endure the intense feeling of vulnerability that comes with that exposure, and it feels strangely right. For a moment, my bare bottom warms in the sunlight streaming through the windows of the watchtower.

Then a shadow falls across me. Renn. The third alpha has moved around behind me to get a better look. I knew he wanted to watch.

I twist my head around and glare back at him over my shoulder. He smirks.