Page 7 of Stray Omega

“Name.”

Leros blurted a laugh, and Ark cut his eyes at the kid to shut him up. The young alpha fell silent, but his body still shook with suppressed laughter. Ark shook his head in exasperation. He turned back to the strange, dirty, wild omega.

What by the Source was she? Where had she come from?

Ark knelt and leaned his face toward the little omega’s crotch. When she realized what he was doing, her legs flailed again, trying to kick him, but Ark caught her ankles easily and spread her legs apart, giving him access to her furred apex. He pressed his nose there and inhaled her raw bouquet.

That scent erased any lingering doubts about her status. She was no Farlander. And she was young. Eighteen years, maybe nineteen, but no more than that.

And one other thing…

“She’s about to go into heat,” Ark said as he stood up, not bothering to hide the renewed arousal that was lifting his loincloth again.

“Shit,” Orwen grumbled.

Leros said nothing, but Ark could smell the eagerness and confusion fairly billowing out of the youngster’s scent glands.

“How long does she have?” Orwen asked.

“Two days. Maybe three. Enough time for us to take her back to the Ruins with us.”

“You can’t be serious,” Orwen scoffed.

Ark knew the source of Orwen’s objection. His second couldn’t get past the idea that the omega was a Farlander, despite all the evidence to the contrary. The alphas of the Central Ruins had long been at odds with the Farlanders, but Orwen nurtured a special hatred for them in his heart. He had his reasons. Good reasons.

But the omega was no Farlander.

“We have to take her back,” Ark said. “It’s our duty. The High Council will no doubt be interested in studying her. Besides, she’s not safe out here on her own.”

“She doesn’t seem too keen on the prospect of being saved.”

“That doesn’t matter. If an omega is in danger, it’s an alpha’s duty to protect her, whether she likes it or not.”

Orwen muttered his dissatisfaction.

“Your objection is noted, Orwen,” Ark said, then turning to Leros he asked, “What about you, kid? What do you think we should do with her?”

“We should take her with us,” the youngster blurted a little too hastily.

Ark smirked, but the expression soon faded as he turned his eyes back to the strange wild omega who was still caught in Orwen’s arms. His companions had both voiced their opinions on the matter. But Ark was the pack leader. Ultimately it was up to him to make the final decision.

They could let her go, and the omega would no doubt disappear into the night, never to be seen again. Despite her lack of communication skills, the little imp was clearly resourceful. At her age, she would have been through her heat several times, yet somehow she had managed to avoid being marked and claimed by the Farlanders.

Yet there was something about her that called to Ark. Something about that wild, untamed defiance flashing in her green, green eyes. And something about her scent that stiffened his cock to the point of breaking.

“Well, boss?” Orwen growled. “I can’t just hold her like this all night. What are we going to do with her?”

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