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When my senses finally return, everything is in commotion. The alphas are snarling. The omega is making a sound that could be crying. She's on her feet now, the supple curve of her spine pressed against my forehead.

And as for me, I'm not making a sound.

My teeth are locked on the gentle slope where the omega's neck meets his shoulder. My sharp canine fangs pierced her skin. The coppery taste of blood warms my tongue.

With a grunt, I step back and stare in horror at the mark I've made in her flesh.

What did I do?

I tagged her.

I tagged an Outsider.

Source forgive me.

Downstairs, my cock gushes a few residual strings into the grass as my balls finally run out of their payload. The muscles in my legs are numb and weak. I fall backward to the floor, grabbing the omega, dragging her back with me so that she ends up lying on top of me. "Dog!" she pants. "Now!"

Exactly as I thought. Their plan all along was to weaken me so they could attack. I only have myself to blame for this.

As the Farl