Page 3 of Feral Omega

Worth it.

He grabs a fistful of my lank auburn hair, yanking my head back with a vicious snarl as his other hand reels back. I don't flinch, keeping my eyes locked on his as I draw in a rasping breath.

The beta's fist connects with my jaw, sending stars exploding behind my eyelids. My head snaps to the side, a metallic tang flooding my mouth as I bite down on my tongue. He seizes the remnants of the sandwich off the floor and jams it between my lips, smearing the soggy bread against my face. I gag as he forces the wad deeper, his filthy fingers scraping the inside of my cheek.

Tears burn behind my eyes, but I blink them back, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

Not this time, you bastard.

I clamp my teeth down on his finger, biting through flesh and bone with a sickening crunch. He howls, thrashing wildly as he tries to yank his hand free. I taste blood, hot and coppery, as I grind my molars together, severing the digit completely.

He staggers back, clutching his mutilated hand to his chest. The finger drops from my mouth, hitting the tile with a wet splat. I spit out a mouthful of blood and gristle, a feral grin stretching my lips.

"Well, you wanted me to eat from your hand. I guess you should have been more specific."

"You fucking cunt!" he shrieks, his face a mottled shade of purple. "I'll kill you!"

I laugh, the sound harsh and grating. I only wish I'd bitten off something else. Something that would ensure he never forces himself on another omega again.

He lunges for me, his good hand closing around my throat as he slams my head against the floor. Stars burst behind my eyes, the room spinning sickeningly. I scrabble at his wrist, my nails gouging bloody furrows in his skin, but his grip only tightens, cutting off my air.

Just as the edges of my vision start to darken, the door bursts open and two more guards rush in. They haul the beta off me, grappling with his flailing limbs as he curses up a storm.

"I'm gonna fucking kill her!" he roars. "Let me go!"

I roll onto my side, coughing and gasping for breath. Through the tangle of my hair, I see one of the guards examining the beta's hand, his face pale.

"Shit, she bit his finger clean off. Get him to the infirmary."

They drag him from the room, still screaming obscenities. I push myself up on my elbow, wiping the blood from my chin with the back of my hand. The remaining guard crouches beside me, his brow furrowed as he tilts my face toward the light.

"Anything feel broken? Did he damage your face?"

I snort, jerking my chin out of his grasp. Of course that's all they care about. Can't have an omega looking less than perfect for her future pack. Never mind the scars they can't see.

The ones that run soul-deep.

"Fuck off and die, shithead," I rasp, my voice like shattered glass.

The guard frowns, prodding at my cheekbone.

I hiss through my teeth, flinching away from his touch.

"Doesn't look like anything that'll scar," he mutters. "Let's get her to the doctor just in case."

As if a doctor will do anything more than shoot me full of sedatives and strap me to a bed until the bruises fade. They'll probably bill it as a kindness, giving me a few days to "rest and heal."

As if I could ever find rest within these walls.

The guard hauls me to my feet, his grip on my arm just shy of bruising. As he steers me out of the cell, I catch a glimpse of the beta's severed finger lying in a pool of congealing blood.

A hysterical laugh bubbles up my throat, tears stinging my eyes.

I hope he does kill me next time.

It would be a mercy compared to the fate that awaits me once they decide I'm fit to be passed around like a party favor. The thought makes bile rise in my throat.

No. I won't let that happen.

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