Page 13 of The Omega Trials: Part One

A scrawny guy covered in dirt and wearing torn rags stumbles out from the shadows underneath the balcony. His hands are shackled in front of him. A person in a black cloak and matching full-face mask follows after him, a guard I assume.

Everyone, including the terrified prisoner, looks back up at the balcony when the Elder begins speaking again. “Family is the highest held value of this noble Echelon. Which is why, when we are betrayed, we do not go after the guilty.”

He steps aside and two cloaked men behind him come to the railing, seemingly carrying or dragging something between them.

“And it is why the guilty party does not bear the brunt of his punishment but . . .” The pair on the balcony hoists a large, awkward form over the railing. The prisoner wails wretched sounds of despair, collapsing to his knees. “It is his family who does.”

Spinning at the end of a rope is the badly beaten body of a woman. As she rotates, deep, bloody lashes on her back can be seen. Equally brutal are the burns and bruises coloring the rest of her corpse.

The prisoner, still violently shrieking, is yanked to his feet by the guard. He reaches for the dangling feet of his lover—sister? Wife? His fingers just barely graze them before he’s being pulled back, kicking and screaming, into the shadows.

The Elder doesn’t continue until the man’s cries become faint and distant. “For family is why we’re all gathered here today, to welcome these young and hopeful packs to our noble ranks.”

A murmur of agreement rolls through the room and the pit in my stomach deepens. Being in this room is my birthright, yet I’ve never felt more like an outsider.

Why did my brothers and I have to risk death and humiliation just to be here? Why did we have to fight for every scrap of food, every flea-infested room just for a place to lay our heads at night?

I look at the other packs’ alphas and the resentment that has become my life force rushes in my veins. They look strong and healthy, their natural alpha physiques honed with premium diets and fancy gym memberships. Unlike ours, forged in the streets, fighting for survival.

They’re fucking fakes. All of them.

I’m so distracted with anger, I miss the ceremonial instructions. I only realize any were given when the other omegas bend forward on their knees to present themselves, elbows and forearms folded in front of them on the silks, backs sloped.

The leader of each pack kneels behind his omega while the other two members go to kneel in front, facing her.

Ecker nudges me, clearing his throat, and I fall into motion, mirroring the other leaders’ positions while he and Bishop go to the other side of the silk nest.

Our “omega” is the only one still sitting up, a defiant arch to her back as she rolls her shoulders back. Kneeling behind her, I order quietly but no less harshly, “Present, Omega.”

She flinches at the command in my growl but remains upright. “No.”

“Present.”I put as much force into my command as I can without raising my voice, even knowing an alpha’s command only works properly on an actual omega. To an undesignated bitch like her, it’s just a threatening tone from a scary dude. I’d probably be impressed with her balls if she wasn’t fucking ruining everything.

I’ve been avoiding pushing her down, not wanting to show the room that I can’t control my omega without force. As the seconds painfully tick by, I’m left with no choice.

With a heavy palm between her shoulder blades, I fold her over like a sapling despite her bodily resistance. As soon as she’s on all fours, Ecker and Bishop hold her in place with firm hands on her shoulders and forearms.

The short dress rides up the back of her thighs with her ass in the air. Milky, white skin meets the soft blush of her cunt, and despite all the grief she’s given—and will continue to give—my cock throbs and swells with blood.

I slip my hands under the see-through fabric and glide my palms up the side of her thighs to her hips. My fingers automatically dig into her flesh, and I’m hit with a wave of dizziness that makes my temperature spike and the room spin.

Her slick. I scent it.

Confusion and exhilaration make me momentarily forget that she’s not an omega.

The instant head rush begins to fade, and I take an experimental inhale, sucking down the smell of her undeniable arousal. Every muscle in my body flares with energy and the burning desire to rut.

I shake my head and try to clear the intoxicating fog. It must be the other omegas in the room triggering me. It can’t possibly be her I’m scenting. An omega’s slick is different, more potent and alluring than an undesignated woman’s wetness.

I’m barely following the ceremonial gibberish spewing from the Elders. Some rubbish in Latin about obedience and honor.

“Get your fucking cock out,” Ecker whisper-yells, and I look up still in a daze. “Stick your dick in her, idiot!”

A quick glance around the room explains why. As the Elder continues to ramble, the lead alpha of each pack thrusts intohis omega from behind while the other two members hold her down. Though, unlike ours, their omegas aren’t fighting it.

Hurriedly, I shove down my pants, freeing my cock. My entire body burns when I take the hard length in my fist. She tries to wriggle out of Bishop’s and Ecker’s holds now that I’m not gripping her hips, but all it takes is dragging the head of my cock along her heated wetness for her to freeze.

If I was burning before, I am fucking blazing now. Her slick makes my cock glide between her legs and everything inside me screams for me to bury myself into her tight, hot cunt.

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