0006: Missing Omega

ALEX’S POV

The bedside lamp flickered weakly against the walls, its dim glow painting the room in shades of amber and gold. The air in my room was thick—heavy with the musk of sweat and arousal, the scent cloying and suffocating.

The two female omegas knelt before me, their bare skin gleaming under the low light, their bodies trembling like leaves caught in a storm. Was it due to anticipation? Fear? It didn’t matter. Their purpose was as simple as it was degrading: absolute obedience, pleasure, disposal.

My fingers drummed a slow, impatient rhythm against the carved headboard, the sound sharp in the silence. They kept their eyes downcast, lips parted in silent submission, their breaths shallow.

How pathetic. Omegas were weak by design, fragile things meant to be used and discarded. And yet— Karen Lukeman. Her name slithered through my mind like poison.

That night should have broken her. It should have left her a sobbing, shattered wreck at my feet, begging for mercy. But instead… instead, she had looked at me. Not with tears. Not with the despair of a rejected omega. No—her eyes had burned, with defiant, unbroken.

Why didn’t I kill her then?

The question gnawed at me, a relentless itch beneath my skin. Maybe I had been too stunned. Maybe some twisted, buried part of me wanted to savor it—to peel her apart layer by layer, to watch that fire in her eyes gutter and die before I finally snuffed it out.

A low growl rumbled in my chest. One of the omegas flinched, her pulse fluttering like a trapped bird’s. Good.

I fisted my hand in her hair, yanking her forward until her breath hitched in her throat. Her whimper was soft, barely there, but it sent a dark thrill through me. “Suck,” I commanded, my voice rough with barely leashed violence.

Her fingers trembled as she reached for my stiff erection, her touch feather-light and hesitant. Before she could even brush her lips against my tip, the door burst open.

Logan, my beta, froze mid-step, his sharp intake of breath loud in the heavy air. His gaze flickered over the scene—the naked omegas, the scent of sex and dominance thick enough to choke on—before he quickly averted his eyes, throat bobbing. “I—shit. Sorry. I’ll come back—”

I smirked, tightening my grip on the omega’s hair, forcing her to stay exactly where she was. “No,” I drawled, the word laced with quiet menace. “Stay.” My thumb traced the shell of her ear, feeling the way she shivered. “Did you bring her?”

Logan hesitated. That alone was answer enough.

“She’s gone,” he admitted, his voice tight. “I was told she left the pack. No one knows where she went.”

The words hit me like a physical blow. Gone? My fingers twitched, nails biting into the omega’s scalp. She whimpered but didn’t dare pull away.

That bitch. That defiant, worthless little bitch hadn’t just survived my rejection—she had run. Without permission. Without consequence. Without breaking.

A dark, humorless laugh escaped me. “Well, well…” I mused, tilting my head. “Guess she’s got more spine than I gave her credit for.”

But it didn’t matter. I’d find her. And when I did, I’d make sure she regretted ever thinking she could escape me.

Annoyance coiled hot and vicious in my gut. I shoved the omega forward roughly. “Continue,” I snapped. “And make it good. I’m in a fucking mood.”

She swallowed hard before leaning in, her tongue flicking tentatively against my shaft. A shudder ran through me, my head tipping back against the headboard as pleasure sparked under my skin.

Impatient, I fisted her hair harder, forcing her down and causing her to gag. “Faster,” I gritted out, and she struggled to increased her pace, her head moving back and forth against my stiff erection. Just as I was about to explode in her mouth, the door burst open.

The omega jerked back with a startled cry as my father, Alpha Grayson Scott, stormed into the room. The temperature plummeted. “Out,” he snarled.

The omegas didn’t hesitate. They scrambled for their clothes, bolting for the door like prey fleeing a predator. Even Logan moved to leave, but my father’s voice cracked like a whip. “Not you.”

Logan froze.

I barely had time to brace myself before my father was on me, his hand closing around my throat like a vise. My back hit the wall with a crunch, the impact rattling my teeth.

“You reckless fool,” he hissed, his breath hot against my face. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

I clawed at his wrist, my vision spotting. “I—haven’t—”

“How dare you reject that girl?” he snapped, his grip tightening.

“W-What girl?”

“Her name is Karen,” he spat.

My blood ran cold. That wretched girl? He was here because of her?

His grip tightened. Black crept into the edges of my sight before he suddenly released me, sending me crashing to the floor. I gasped, coughing, my lungs burning as I fought for air.

“You have until the next full moon to bring her back,” my father growled, each word a blade. “Find her. Now. Or your brother Noah will take your place as Alpha.”