Page 12 of Stray Omega

Embla played the part well. She followed willingly, never tugging at the leash. She whined submissively. She even wiggled her butt happily whenever Leros stopped to give her food.

And it seemed to be working. The alphas were eating it up, the big dummies.

Embla cackled internally.

But soon her heart dropped into her belly like a stone. Around them, the forest became increasingly sparse, and the sunlight shone ever brighter through the thinning foliage. The dogs rushed ahead, barking excitedly and sniffing the strong breeze that was blowing in from in front of them.

They had reached the edge of the forest.

As Orwen led Embla forward, the trees gave way to an open prairie. The view was breathtaking. Miles upon miles of rolling hills covered in knee-deep grass and wildflowers that rippled like water in the wind. The dogs charged ahead into this sea of weeds, jumping and frolicking and nipping playfully at each other. Farther off in the distance stood their destination, a massive cluster of strange geometric towers that glittered and winked in the sun.

The Central Ruins.

Embla had seen that place before, but only at night, only by the soft glow of the moon. Seeing it now fully illuminated by the sun, it really was a glorious sight, and she felt the strange energy of that place beckoning her onward.

But Embla couldn’t let herself give in to her curiosity.

It was now or never. Once the alphas led her out into that open prairie, there would be no hope of escape. The grass was too low to hide in. She needed to escape into the forest.

But how?

Embla needed to think of something quick because the alphas were done enjoying the view and they were starting to march forward into the grass.

Orwen tugged at her leash, urging her onward.

Embla resisted.

She needed to buy some time to think.

With a whine, she squatted beside a nearby tree to piss. Fortunately, the water she had been drinking during the past hours now sat heavily in her bladder. By carefully modulating her flow, Embla was able to drag her urination out for a long time.

Orwen turned and glared at her. For a moment, Embla feared the cruel alpha would impatiently tug her along. But that didn’t happen.

Instead, the mean old alpha just smirked and chuckled. He called out something to his companions, then stepped toward the edge of the woods beside Embla, tied off the end of the leash to a low-hanging branch, and lifted his loincloth so that he could piss too.

Embla stifled a gasp.

The alpha’s cock was enormous. Thick and veiny. It wasn’t hard like when she had seen Ark’s penis the night before, but it wasn’t entirely soft either. And yes, it was pierced by a hard, shiny ring through the tip.

Embla felt warm wetness forming between her legs, and now it wasn’t just from peeing.

Orwen gripped his cock and started to piss. He grunted, and Embla flicked her eyes upward to his face. The alpha was looking right at her and he was smirking.

He had caught her staring at his manhood.

Embla immediately dropped her eyes as a surge of heat rushed up her neck and flooded her face with embarrassment.

She quickly pushed that shameful feeling out of her mind and focused on escaping.

Her eyes darted to the branch where her leash was tied off. The knot that Orwen had tied was not like anything Embla had seen before. She had some practice untying the knots made by the bad alphas when she sneaked into their camps. But this was far more elaborate, and she didn’t even know how to begin untying it. Plus, if Orwen saw her trying to untangle it, he would surely attack her.

Then there was the branch itself. It was strong and thick. Nearly as thick as that enormous thing hanging between Orwen’s legs—But why was she thinking of it in those terms? Her heat. Her stupid, stupid heat.

The point was that branch would not be easy to break. Embla was not strong enough to do it on her own.

But Orwen was.

Embla had a plan. It was not a very good plan, but it was something. Her heart beat faster and faster in her chest until it felt as if it would burst right out of her ribs. Her stream of urine slowed to a trickle.

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