Page 13 of Royal Omega

A female alpha kneels on the floor in front of the vanilla-scented omega, licking the omega’s clit and pushing two, now three fingers into her pussy. The omega’s head is thrown back in ecstasy, whimpers and cries of delight emerging from her parted lips with every thrust and move the alphas make. They’re fully consumed by her, seemingly unaware that anyone else is present.

A third alpha, also female, stands behind the chair, her hand around the male alpha’s neck, whispering directions to the others. Her face is flushed, her pupils blown with the feverish atmosphere around her.

“What do you think happened?” I whisper to Randy, who is standing beside me watching the show. My skin feels flushed and I trail my fingers down the length of my neck as I watch the male alpha sink his teeth deep into the omega’s throat. “Holy shit, they’re bonding her? Already? I couldn’t even remember her name.”

Randy snorts, shaking his head. “I’d say someone was closer to her heat than she thought. My guess? The scent set them off, and all of them were in it before they knew what was happening.” He juts his chin forward as if pointing. “Look, see? Even Jenn can’t even break them apart.”

The executive producer, a woman with a bob haircut and an alpha presence, joins the cluster of associate producers in the struggle to break up the collection of lovers. The alphas are snarling, baring their teeth as they move faster and faster, working their omega into a lather. Finally, the three cum in a rush, and the female leader steps away, looking self-satisfied, though her pupils are still black as night.

“We are taking her,” the alpha says. “She is ours.”

“Let’s talk about this privately, Kara,” Jenn says. “There are contracts to sign and—”

“Later,” Kara snarls. “We are taking her now.” She snaps her fingers and the male alpha gets to his feet, lifting the omega with him. He pulls free of her ass — I guess he didn’t knot her, since they aren’t locked together — and his seed and her slick spill down her legs. She falls forward, and the other female alpha catches her, lifting her into her arms.

“Try to stop us and see what happens, Jenn,” Kara says.

Jenn looks back and forth between the three alphas, and then holds up her hands. “Ok. You win. I’ll send someone by your place with the paperwork tomorrow. But you better sign everything, Kara. I’m trusting you here. And you better treat that girl well.”

Kara bares her teeth in something between a snarl and a grin, and then cocks her head, beckoning the others to follow. We all watch as they carry the little omega out the front door.

“Well that went great,” I mutter.

Randy looks at me in surprise. “Are you being sarcastic? Because I’ll tell you, no one’s going to be happier about that whole thing than the show. Especially after someone leaks the footage.”

“Really? But... she was basically kidnapped.”

Randy shakes his head. “And since when is that a surprise? Alphas do what they want. We’re lucky they mostly want us happy.”

He strolls away, waving at cameramen and laughing with the associate producers, but my feet are rooted in place, my mind working a mile a minute.Alphas do what they want. Now there’s a good headline for my story.

Jenn claps her hands to get our attention, and we all turn to face her.

“Omegas! It’s time to go upstairs. A couple quick housekeeping things. One: as your associate producer should have discussed with you, with the exception of birth control and prescriptions in your name, no drugs are allowed on campus, and that includes heat drugs.”

“This shit is crazy,” one of the other omegas murmurs.

“Crazy though it may seem, we’re dead serious about it,” Jenn replies, as if the muttered statement were directed at her. “I know the network has overlooked heat drugs in the past, but on my watch, we follow the law. If we find heat drugs in your possession, you will be removed from the show. Having said that, if you need release from your heat, you are more than welcome to talk to the packs, or the other omegas, work on it yourself, or go see one of the ferals we have on staff.” She points to a corner where three feral alphas are lurking, all of them watching us with hungry expressions. They’re rough-looking and sallow, as if they’ve lived hard lives up until this point. “Kal, Harold, and Frank are here to help you if you so desire. Oh, and there are towels in the bathrooms, clean sheets in the linen closets if you need them, though the beds are freshly made. No cameras in the bathrooms or bedrooms, but remember that you will be filmed everywhere else in the mansion, including the living rooms in your suites. Housekeeping will come in every day to collect sheets and towels and replace them with clean ones. Meals are at 7am, 12 noon, and 8pm. We’re glad you’re here, please enjoy.”

Following the other omegas, I start toward the stairs, peering through the vanilla omega’s confessional booth as I go. The doors on both sides are open, and with the screen ripped free, I can see through to the other side. A face stares back at me. Brown hair and a well-kept beard, glittering green eyes that catch the light even at a distance... it can’t be.

My heart flutters, and a rush of slick hits between my thighs. The alpha frowns at me, and then turns away, disappearing behind the confessional. I stagger backward, clutching my suddenly cramping belly, and stare after him, my eyes wide. Am I losing my mind? Because the scent of sandalwood is hanging in the air, and suddenly I’m feeling very, very warm.

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