My dear Omega 3

She kissed him hungrily, their mouths fused as their bodies remained intimately joined. She felt the low groan vibrate from his chest into hers.

His body tensed, a final, shuddering release coursing through him before he collapsed gently on top of her.

One arm braced his weight as he kissed her temple, then nuzzled into the curve of her neck.

Bianca sighed as she felt him soften within her. If she was being honest, a part of her had reveled in the intensity. A fresh, aching warmth bloomed at her core, a silent plea for more that shamed her.

This fragile, post-intimacy moment, brutal in its origin, now presented her with a perfect opening.

“Alpha…can we talk?”

Simeon’s eyebrows arched.

“You need to untie me. Then I want us to talk.”

“Bianca,” he said, a warning tone creeping in, “we can talk just fine as we are. Say what you need to say.” He looked down at her, their bodies still connected.

“No, I can’t talk to you like this. Please,” Bianca insisted. Suddenly, her eyes brimmed with genuine tears. She couldn’t live like this—a complete prisoner. Patience had gotten her nowhere. “Please,” she whispered, tears tracing paths down her cheeks. “I won’t even leave this bed, but I’m begging you, Simeon, for the sake of my sanity. If you truly want me, please do this. You don’t know how painful it is to be completely helpless. To not even be able to move.”

Simeon’s face softened. “I do know, my darling Omega. All too well. I don’t do this because I want to. Only from necessity.”

“And if I go crazy? If I lose my mind because of this, would you be happy then? To have an empty shell? Or do you want me? Do you want Bianca, your mate?” She choked back a sob. “If you won’t give me the smallest chance to earn your trust, where does this lead? It becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. Instead of getting better, I’ll only get worse. Please. Just trust me this much. I promise I won’t try to escape.”

Simeon looked at the naked woman before him for a long, silent moment. He sighed. “You’ve promised before. You’ve lied. Five times you’ve tried to run. You’ve disappointed me each time.”

Bianca’s mind raced. She leaned up, kissing him even as tears glistened on her face. “I know I have. I know I don’t deserve your trust, but I’m asking because I’m desperate. Look into my eyes. Is this me desperate to escape? Or am I far beyond that—just desperate to keep my sanity alive? That’s what you should ask yourself. The pain is so great right now, I couldn’t think of running even if I wanted to. I just need the smallest bit of freedom. I need this, Alpha. So much.”

“Call me what you called me the first night we were together,” Simeon said suddenly.

“My big, strong wolf,” she whispered. “Will you please untie me?”

Simeon’s hawk-like face grew thoughtful. He drew away from the bed and returned with a small knife. With careful precision, he cut through each bond, tossing the frayed ropes aside. Bianca sat up, rubbing her wrists. The rush of blood returning felt like a miracle. She offered him a tentative smile.

“Thank you.”

He nodded, but his eyes remained hooded, watchful. He didn’t trust her. He looked like a predator poised to pounce. She had to disarm him.

“Here. Let me…clean up,” she said, her voice dropping to a seductive murmur. She leaned down, her mouth following a path along his skin with deliberate, lingering attention. She felt him shudder under her ministrations.

To her satisfaction, she felt him stir anew against her lips. She took him into her mouth with a greedy hunger, her hands sliding to grip the firm muscles of his thighs. In another life, her primal self acknowledged, she would have chosen him freely. There was a raw, undeniable magnetism to him.

“Bianca,” he growled, “you are doing far more than cleaning up.”

She merely glanced up at him through her lashes, her movements becoming more devoted, more consuming. She focused entirely on the sensation, the taste, the power of drawing this response from him. She held him deep until a fresh, salty tang touched her tongue, then pulled back, coughing slightly.

“How’s that?” she asked with a wry, breathless grin.

Simeon stared at her, momentarily stunned. Before he could react, her hand was circling him again, her touch feather-light and teasing.

“It looks like someone’s ready for another round,” she purred, perhaps a little too convincingly.

Suddenly, suspicion clouded his features. With visible effort, he banked the fire in his gaze. “Not quite yet, darling. I will go downstairs and prepare our meal. You stay here, on the bed—as you promised. Is that clear?”

Bianca nodded, surprised by the genuine flicker of gratitude she felt. He was leaving her alone, unrestrained. It was a start.

“Yes. I’ll stay. I promise.” Deciding to reward his small concession, she let her own hand drift downward, touching herself with slow, deliberate circles. “Don’t be too long.”

His eyes flared with renewed hunger as he watched. She lost herself in the rhythm, imagining it was him, letting a fresh coil of arousal tighten deep within her. Her breath hitched, her body arching off the bed as she brought herself to a quiet, trembling climax. The air grew thick with the scent of her desire.

The distrustful Alpha watched, and some of the suspicion faded from his heated gaze. Unexpectedly, he moved back toward the bed. Bianca had a moment to register his renewed readiness before he turned her firmly to face the wall.

“Place your hands on the headboard.”

She barely had time to obey, kneeling on the mattress, before she felt him press against her from behind, joining them once more with a smooth, claiming stroke. He moved with a rough, driving rhythm, one hand firm on the nape of her neck, the other working between her legs in counterpoint to his movements.

“You clever little vixen. You thought I would just leave after a show like that?” he growled into her ear.

“Oh…yes,” she sighed, leaning into the sensations. “My big, strong wolf,” she moaned, leaning into the role she knew he wanted, unsure if her words were strategy or surrender.

She gave herself over to the feel of him, to the relentless cadence that drove all coherent thought away.

A powerful, unexpected release tore through her, drawn out by the sheer force of his possession. Soon after, he followed with a guttural groan of his own, his body shuddering against her back.

With a final, weary sigh, he withdrew. He watched her for a moment before affectionately swatting her hip. “Mmmm. I’ll be back, little Omega. Don’t forget your promise.”

He gathered the knife and the discarded groceries, then left, the sound of the key turning in the lock echoing in the sudden quiet.

Alone, Bianca wrapped her arms around her knees, tucking them to her chin. She thought of the precarious trust she had just bought, of the next scrap of freedom she would have to earn.

One way or another, she would find a way deeper into his guarded graces. She would find a way to be free.