Page 1 of The Omega Archives: Part Two

Chapter

One

MARKO

She was the most delectable, spellbinding thing I ever scented in my entire life.

Mine.

Sweet vanilla and berries assaulted my senses. The omega rushed by, charging down the sidewalk as if hell was on her heels.

Then again, I was on her heels.

In the past, many people would’ve considered it the same thing. I wasn't the most approachable person, let alone, alpha. That had always been clear.

Few women didn't take a step back whenever I approached them since I first presented. My scrawny boyish figure that classmates used to poke fun at filled out at almost an alarming pace. My voice had deepened, and after I enlisted, I couldn't help but get a tattoo every time someone else did on the military base. I had a lot better taste in ink than half those bastards.

The flurry of movement was enough to stun me out of my head full of the omega’s sweet and tart scent. I was back into action. Luckily, she was small enough that my two steps caught back up to her, stepping in front of her path so that she couldn’t get away.

Couldn’t get away.Damn, I did sound like a monster now.

Taking a deep breath, I scanned her from the head down, finally getting enough sense to take stock of who I was dealing with.

Usually, it was the first thing that I did when I noticed anyone. Assess, manage threats, and move forward as directed. As needed.

But I was all messed up in the head now.

The small omega’s hair was a delicate blond. Her face was flushed. Yet still, somehow, this girl was pretty, more than pretty, and not just because of that dress she was wearing– sheesh. She was more than beautiful. Though that could’ve been my stupid alpha brain acting up. Again.

Shit. I hadn’t felt this way in years. I was in control but teetering on the edge of something much more... feral. God, she was lucky I trained this tightrope walk better than anyone else I knew.

It was stupid for her to be out like this, clearly on the edge of a heat.

Even worse? The omega, after all, was clearly, most unbonded. Her scent was too strong and from what I could tell, she had no bites anywhere I could see, which was a lot in that dress. Though that made fuck-all sense.

How old was she? She had to be twenty-three at least. Twenty-four? She was thin and scrawny like no one had been taking decent care of her.

Something in my chest ached, watching as fear coated her face. Her scent quickly evolved into something curdled– sour and unsavory.

I grasped her around the waist, locking my hands even as she struggled to get away. I couldn't let her though.

I am in control. I must keep her safe.

“Stop.”

“No.” She gasped.

There was a bit of pride in my chest at how she struggled to get away. So strong. So fierce.

“I promise I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not going to do anything to you.” For such a small thing, she knew how to use her elbows.

“Let me go. Please, let me go.” She whined.

A growl crept up through my chest as I held on to her. Did she not know what would happen if she ran off? Did she not know how many other alphas out there she could run into that wouldn’t hesitate to–

“Calm down,” I snapped, unable to hold off the alpha bark in my tone.

She whined once more, sharp and pained, but this time, she stopped fighting.

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