Page 21 of Stray Omega

CHAPTER 9: ARK

The pack leader smelled the omega’s change immediately.

He was standing only a few paces away from where Orwen was punishing the feral omega. The dogs were crouched by his feet, their tails nervously tucked as if in sympathy with the omega who was getting spanked.

Leros was standing beside him, and the young alpha was practically trembling with barely constrained concern. The kid had tried to intervene in the spanking, but Ark had held the youngster back. Ark had been pack brothers with Orwen for a long time, and he knew when the temperamental alpha flew into a rage, it was best to let things run their course.

Besides, Orwen was not really hurting the omega. At least not in a serious way. Her pride was taking more of a beating than her body was, and it was necessary for her to learn her place as a submissive omega.

Physically speaking, the strikes of Orwen’s palm were doing no harm aside from turning the omega’s fair-skinned rump a delicious rosy hue. That coloration excited Ark, and so did the way her plump little cheeks jiggled after each firm smack. The sight quickened his pulse and sent the blood rushing to his member, which was now half-hard behind his loincloth.

But Ark was not the only one getting aroused.

Orwen’s next blow landed across the center of the omega’s partially spread crack. Based on the sudden shift in her squealing, it was clear that she had felt the blow in her most sensitive area.

It was the change in the omega’s smell, however, that really tipped Ark off.

The omega was going into heat.

The alpha pack leader had known she would be going into heat soon. He had detected the clues when he scented her last night. But he had felt certain she had a couple days before the heat really set in.

Apparently Orwen’s rough punishment had accidentally sped the process up.

“Orwen, stop!” Ark snapped.

His second ignored him and brought his hand down on the omega’s bottom again. Orwen was not defiantly disobeying Ark’s command. He simply had not heard him. He was too lost in his fit of rage.

Orwen raised his hand and started to bring it down once more.

This time, Ark strode forward and blocked the blow with his forearm. Orwen growled and looked up at him in surprise.

“I said stop!”

“But she needs to learn her lesson. She…”

Orwen’s voice trailed off, and his pupils dilated into wide black circles. Now he could smell it too.

“Source…”

The omega moaned and bucked wildly. Naked and bound, she rolled off Orwen’s lap and hit the ground with a soft thud. Her eyes were open, but they had rolled back white in her head. Her back arched, lifting her leaking pink slit like an offering, spilling her raw scent into the air.

Ark’s cock instantly went rigid, and he had to pinch down his internal muscles to keep from emptying his balls right then and there.

Source her heat-scent was intense.

Ark had smelled an omega in heat before, of course. But never like this. Never so intense. Source, he could taste it in the back of his throat. He could practically see it billowing in hot plumes from every crevice of her naked body. From below her chin. From beneath her arms. And most of all from that swollen pink opening between her spread thighs.

That scent carried a message that was all too clear: the omega needed alpha seed.

Lots of it.

“We’ll have to tend to her,” Leros said. His voice was a mixture of eagerness and concern.

The youngster moved toward the omega, but Ark shoved him away with a low growl. The massive pack leader stooped and lifted the omega’s convulsing body in arms as easily as if she were weightless.

“Yes, we will tend to her heat. But not here. Not out in the open where we can be interrupted.”

“Where then?” Leros asked.

“The grotto.”

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