I turn to study her, and once again our eyes lock on the sunlight streaming through the gaps in the destroyed walls.Are these two, mates? They must be. The omega is in heat. But her scent is weak. Alpha is meeting her needs.His neck, however, leaves no mark. There's a dark rectangular symbol, an Outsider tattoo, but no sign of his dog's teeth.He still hasn't tagged her.She's still unclaimed and her heat is calling to me, sending my body into a rut. It's clouding my judgment as my blood is redirected from my brain to my hardened cock. "Orchid!" a voice growls from below.Is this the name of the omega? Orchid? It's an odd Outsider name, but it somehow draws my desire for her.She could be called anything, and it wouldn't matter.All that matters is that I bury my knotted cock deep inside her and paint her womb with my hot Alpha seed." Orchid," the Alpha calls again from below.The omega just stands there, brandishing her knife and gun. For a moment I think she really is going to at
Dog calmed down considerably, his breathing becoming steady again. He has walked over to me and is possessively dusting the debris from my body. The old house groans and creaks around us. A board released from the fight spontaneously hits the ground.“We can talk,” Dog says to Truk, “but not here. This house is unstable. Let's go outside." Truk nods.But I'm not ready to leave yet.First, I sift through the rubble and pick up my fallen knife, which I place back in its secret sheath in my boot. Then I find the gun. Even though it's out of ammo, I want to hold it. If nothing else, I can at least use it as a deterrent, although that trick clearly didn't work very well with Truk.After grabbing my gear, I head back to the stairs."Where are you going?" the two Alphas ask in unison, before looking at each other in irritation."To get the rest of my damn clothes."***Outside in the clearing, the air is warm, and the rays of the mid-morning sun are illuminating the pollen particles drifting
DOGAfter a few hours, the woods give way to rolling, grassy plains, crisscrossed by roads that get older and overgrown with weeds as we approach the center. The sun is hot, but a cool breeze blows. On the horizon, dark clouds gather like a mountain range made of clouds."How are you doing?" I ask Orchid."Fine," she murmurs.She's a little upset that I'm carrying her over my shoulder.It was a necessity. Even though she has excellent stamina, it's nothing compared to me and Truk. We Alphas could run all day without getting tired. Also, our longer stride makes it almost impossible for her to keep up."How much further?" his alto voice comes from behind me.Truk, who is in front, turns to answer. “We're getting close,” he yells. “Just past the next set of hills, you'll see it.”He turns around, running backwards. His eyes are on Orchid's ass where she's bent over my shoulder."I can keep her for a while if you want to share the burden, Dog."I answer him with a silent frown. He just ro
I press my face into her palms and drink. The water is cool and clean on my lips and tongue, purer than anything I've tasted in my life. I swallow it all down and lift my head panting.“Want more, little one?” he purrs softly.I nod, blushing at his endearment.Dog smiles and strokes my cheek. He walks to the edge to collect more rain. As he does so, a man-shaped shadow appears in the distance. We both tense up, but immediately relax when we realize it's just Truk returning from his hunt with a pair of wild hares slung over his shoulder.He steps out of the rain and into the circle of firelight before shaking the water off his body like a wet dog. I put my hand over my mouth to hide my amusement at the sight.But something about his animalistic nature also makes me hot, and another painful pulse of desire courses through my body, tightening my sex.I bite back a groan. I need to control myself in front of these men.After shivering, Truk stands erect, twisting his hips and stretching
ORCHID“Please,” I whimper, writhing on the floor with need. "No ..."But the alphas don't hear me because of their own snarling and teeth grinding.“The omega is mine,” Dog hisses menacingly. "She belongs to me and I'm sworn to protect her."Truk snorts. “What she needs is someone who can take care of her needs, Outsider. She needs a real Alpha. ”As confusing as it sounds, watching the Alphas fight over me like this is only making my problem worse. My skin is screaming with desire. My body is overheating with the pent-up need only Alphas can ease.The two together.While they are snarling and threatening each other, I somehow manage to get to my feet. My legs are weak and trembling with lust. My skin is dripping with sweat. I stumble towards the edge of the overpass shelter where the rain is falling.Finally, the alphas take notice and their growls grow quieter." Orchid," yells Dog. "Where are you going?"He runs towards me and Truk is right beside him.As in a dream, my bare feet
KANEThe omega's ecstatic sounds split the night, her high-pitched voice cutting through the white noise of the rain. Their screams are high-pitched and desperate, easily mistaken for screams of pain.But I know better than that.I perch on the edge of the collapsed overpass, hunched over and silent in the dark rain like one of the stone demons that haunt the ancient temples in our crumbling city. From this vantage point, high on the other side of the narrow valley, I can easily spy on the Alphas as they play with their little toy.But these are no ordinary inhabitants of the Zone. This is clear from the omega's short hair and the leather boots on his feet.She is an Outsider and also one of the Alphas.I hate strangers.I kill Outsiders.Nothing else brings me more pleasure. It's a pity that treacherous creatures rarely venture into the Zone. Opportunities to get revenge are very rare.But this opportunity is too good to pass up. Outsider's blood will be spilled tonight.Crawling slo
ORCHIDOh no, not again!Dog and Truk assume fighting stances, their rain-wet muscles rippling with tension in the firelight. The two are snarling fiercely at the intruder who lurks there in the darkness where the rain has slowed down to a mere drizzle now.Whoever or whatever is out there is invisible to my eyes, but the smell is unmistakable.It's an alpha.And he is extremely dominant. I don't exactly know how to say this; I just know. My sense of smell has developed to the point that I can pick up messages within body odors that I would never have imagined.However, my nose is sending my brain mixed messages about this Alpha. He's telling me I should fear him. But at the same time it's telling me I should do something else with him that is totally inappropriate."Show yourself, coward," Truk snarls. “Step into the light.”There is nothing cowardly, however, about the figure advancing in the velvety shadows.He's huge. Even bigger than the Dog, both in height and mass. He is dresse
DOGWell, here we are. Another day, another Alpha.I do not like this.The thing is, my attitude towards Truk is changing. Yesterday, I was wary of him, but last night he proved he's willing to fight by my side to protect our omega.Our omega.We share it now, and we share the responsibility for its safety.Truk is reliable. Your primitive mind is too simple for duplicities and schemes. If he was planning to betray us, I would have found out by now.The new Alpha, Kane, however, is an entirely different story.He's up to something. I can smell it on him. He is leading us into a trap.About a mile outside the city's perimeter, Kane leads us down a hillside. At the top of the rise was a small building. Now all that's left are two broken rock concrete walls meeting at right angles, their collapsed tops sloping to the ground in jagged lines. A small rectangular window is installed in one wall.Kane stops beside the decrepit wall. Propping his body against the cracked concrete, he looks to