Page 10 of Omega Claimed

“We need to feed him,” the second alpha says. “I’ll cook.”

“I’ll wash him,” the third one declares.

They tend to me for the entire morning, and I feel like a prince as I slowly regain my strength. I try to think, try to understand what’s happening, but it’s like my mind is in a haze of lust and happiness. I stare at the alphas, learning their features and admiring their bodies, and a strong sense of greed and ownership grows in me. They aremyalphas, which is silly because they’ve captured me and are keeping me hostage.

Or are they?

Have I tried to leave?

At the thought of leaving, my stomach turns.

No. I can’t go away. Ever.

I’m never alone—at least one of my alphas is always with me. They’re guarding me, not because I’d ever want to run away, but because the forest around us is dangerous, and they worry about me.

Hale is the oldest. He’s wise and gentle, with kind, amber eyes. I love his deep, gruff voice and how it rumbles through his chest when he cuddles me to his heart. At night, I often stir with his lips on my nipple. He opens wide and takes my tit into his mouth, and I’m half dreaming, half awake, as he drinks my milk.He doesn’t speak much, but when we’re alone during the day, he sings for me. He’s always holding my hand or cradling me in his lap, and I feel treasured.

My second mate’s name is Graeme. He tells me stories about the forest and mountains and teaches me everything about berries, mushrooms, and herbs. He’s demanding, passionate, and loves the taste of my cum. I adore it when he sucks the cum out of me while Hale or Wyot fuck me.

Wyot is the youngest. He makes me laugh and fucks me the hardest. He’s rough and likes to bite my neck when he comes deep inside me. Wyot is the best cook, and he’s the happiest when I enjoy the food he’s prepared for me. My cheeks and thighs have filled out, and my mates praise me that I’ll be a healthy and strong papa for their young.

They take care of me. They feed me, bathe me, and they fuck me every day. I’m their hole, and I’m always wet and open. Their cocks are so huge, my body has changed for them. My hips have widened, and my hole is big and loose. I have so much slick and cum in me most of the time, I don’t wear pants around our home and need to sit on a sheet when we eat dinner together.

I don’t mind at all.

In the mornings, they’re gentle. They fuck me lazily, each waiting patiently for his turn. My chest swells overnight, and the abundance of milk makes me ache. They drink it as they make love to me, and they kiss me all over when they’re done. My nipples are big like animal teats from all the sucking, but I like them that way.

They go hunting during the day and sometimes even at night, but one of them always stays and keeps me company. Graeme and I walk in the nearby woods, picking berries and mushrooms, or I go fishing on the lake below with Hale. We make love in the grass or on the sandy shore by the water. When Wyot stays,we bake bread and fuck on the kitchen floor, basking in the heat from the oven.

When the other two come back from their hunt, they’re demanding and rough. They fuck me on my knees or hold me up for each other so they can each stake their claim on my body. Each day, I come ten times or more.

I’m always ready for my mates whenever any of them wants me. When my hole is sore, which happens less and less, I open my mouth and throat for them and drink their seed. It fills me with pride that I alone can satisfy all three of my alphas.

Before we sleep, I nurse them. I love it when they drink the milk from my chest. I don’t ask where it came from or why. I offer them my swollen nipples, and they suck them, making me feel glorious all over. I like it best when one of them fucks me while the other two suck and bite my nipples, making the milk gush. Sometimes I come so hard that I faint, but they don’t stop. They take turns using my limp body, so I wake up after a while with yet another cock pumping in me.

I never feel empty anymore.

I told them about my past. Hale asked about my family and whether they might miss me, so I told my alphas everything. In my weakest moment, I was afraid they would banish me after finding out I used to be a whore.

But Hale keeps combing his fingers through my hair and never utters a word of judgment.

Graeme brings my hand to his lips. “None of those men fucked you as well as we do, did they?”

I don’t have to lie. “No. I never used to be satisfied and happy in an alpha’s embrace. Not until you found me.”

Wyot kisses my bare stomach and grazes my skin with his teeth. “You’re ours now, plump and well-fucked. One day, we’ll put babies into your belly. You won’t ever need anyone else.”

My alphas want to breed me. Omegas can’t have children from their first heat, but my alphas say that I will. They tell me that I’ll be healthy and happy, and I trust them.

Hale says I’ll give them three sons, and Wyot teases me that my belly will fit five. It’s strange how they talk about it as if I’m supposed to carry many babies at once like animals do. But I’m not afraid at all. Nothing bothers me when I’m with them. I want to give them sons—as many as they want. Sometimes when we fuck, I get delirious and beg them to breed me already. The thought of all three of them planting their seed inside me arouses me like nothing else.

There must be some strange magic in my alphas, in their unusual scents and their creamy cum. Maybe they’ve put a spell on me so I would give them my body and carry their young. If so, I’m glad they chose me. I probably can’t think clearly anymore, maybe I never will again, but I don’t care because I’m happy.

I don’t think about my money anymore. I have no use for it.

4

It’s a full moon, and the sky is clear. I never put a foot out of my new home after dark, but tonight, I’m restless.

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