Page 32 of His Stolen Omega

Elm’s lower region was on fire, the empty feeling inside of him aching. His muscles kept clamping around nothing, the spasms painful and uncontrollable, and his balls were so full, he thought they were going to burst if he didn’t empty them. It wasn’t just down there either. His nipples were sore, standing at attention on his chest as though trying to draw the alpha to them as well.

Every single part of himself had whittled down to that.

To desperately trying to seduce the alpha.

“Please.” Elm couldn’t think of anything else, no matter how hard he tried. His hips lifted, thrusting at air, and he sobbed.

“You have to learn,” the alpha said. “You won’t find relief from someone else. You’ll never know the feel of my general’s cock.”

At the word cock, Elm’s dick gushed and he cried out.

“You’ll get what I want to give, and nothing more than that. Forget how you lived in the past. Who you were. I’m in control here, omega. Next time, you’ll think twice before refusing to submit.”

The alpha put out his cigarette and lit another, clearly done talking.

He didn’t engage again for the rest of the night, not even when Elm screamed or begged.

The Leviathan merely sat there and watched, as though he had all the time in the world, and not a single problem to solve.

Chapter 7:

“Wake him.” Levi crossed his arms, standing at the side of the filthy mattress.

The synthetic was currently unconscious, and Fiora had been allowed in to check on him. She was scanning his body with a machine, running her hands over him for this or that reason.

The blanket he’d tossed over the synthetic’s lower half remained in place, but Levi kept a close watch. The second she tried to move it, he’d—

Good Light.

What was he thinking?

“I’ve grown attached to the specimen,” he announced.

“Only just now figuring that out, huh?” Koah called from the other side of the bars. He had not been permitted to enter. When Levi set a steely look his way, he slid back a step and dropped his gaze respectfully.

“It’s probably a mixture of your insatiable curiosity and his extremely dominant pheromones, no need for concern. Your reaction makes sense. Distance might help,” Fiora replied, clicking a few buttons on the devices she held before pursing her lips. “He’s slipped into a coma.”

“How?”

“His body wasn’t able to handle the stimulation of a heat with no outlet. Pheromone blockage.” She stood. “You said he’d filled the room?”

“You can still smell it,” Koah stated, answering for Levi.

“It’s too early to tell if this is permanent or if his pheromones will eventually level out and make him weaker,” Fiora said.

“You think he’ll eventually stop being a dominant and become average?” Koah glanced at the unconscious form on the bed.

“You’ll never have him,” Levi declared.

“If you don’t think I’m suitable for this project, then give me leave to find someone who is.”

“Unfortunately, if you aren’t strong enough, no one in our ranks will be,” Fiora sighed. “If only this had happened last year. Baal would have made for the perfect alpha candidate. Since he can no longer sense other omegas in heat, the task is going to have to fall to you, Levi.”

“That was never up for debate,” he stated. “You two were merely wasting your breath.”

“And as per usual, you didn’t think to stop us?” Koah chuckled. “Well, it doesn’t seem like anyone is going to get to be his stand-in alpha. Not if he stays unconscious.”

“When will he wake?” Levi asked, not even entertaining the idea that he wouldn’t.