Chapter 5-Wren

My eyes slowly open. I’m on my stomach, so I can’t fully see my surroundings. My senses haven’t fully returned yet. I try to gather where I’m at. From what I can tell, the medical building. I guess the Alpha did have me brought here after the whipping. Do all omegas get this treatment? 

As I slowly come to, I feel the burning and stinging on my back take over. Every muscle aches. I groan, wondering how long I will have to suffer this pain. This is torture. I don’t even want to move. 

“I see you are awake.” I hear a voice before a nurse comes into view. 

“How long have I been out?” 

“About twelve hours.” I missed the auction. 

“That explains why I need to pee. Could you help me to the bathroom?”

“Of course.” The nurse replies in a chipper tone. 

She helps me up and walks to me to that bathroom attached to my room. I need her help to sit on the toilet and to get off it when I’m done. Fuck me, this recovery is going to be torture. The nurse helps me back out to the room. 

“Would you like to sit in the recliner so you can eat?” 

“I’m not sure my back could handle the pressure or if I can eat,” I reply, honestly. I am hungry, but I’m in so much pain the thought of food turns my stomach. 

“I will give you pain medicine to help, and you should try to eat. Maybe some soup?”

“That would be great, thank you.” 

The nurse sets me in the recliner, and I regret it the moment I lean on the back. She better not be lying about the pain medicine. The nurse reclines me and puts a blanket over me. “You are a lucky omega.” She comments. 

“Why, because I was whipped?” I ask, confused. 

The nurse giggles. “No, silly, because you have been chosen to be the Alpha Supremes breeder. You get the great honor of carrying our next Alpha. You must be so excited for the honor.” 

Well, that confirms it. The Alpha has chosen me to be his breeder. Great. Worst nightmare meet reality. How much worse can things get for me? Of course, the nurse thinks it’s a great honor for me to carry the Alpha’s heir. I want to tell her she can do it, but I keep my mouth shut, not wanting to be rude since she’s been nice to me. 

Of course, she’s only being nice because I’m the Alpha’s breeder, which also explains why Alpha Valen had me taken here. He needs to make sure he didn’t do any damage to the point where I can’t carry a pup. 

“Yeah, it’s a great honor,” I reply as sincerely as I can. I don’t mean a single word of it. 

Maybe some would see it as an honor, but I do not. I see it as bad luck. Of course, as an omega, I don’t have good luck anyway. If I wasn’t the Alpha’s breeder, chances are someone else would use me as one or a sex slave. I still can’t decide what’s worse. Probably a breeder because I’ll never be able to see or raise the pup I give birth to. That thought saddens me, and I barely hear the nurse tell me she will be back with my pain meds and soup. 

An omega should not want to be a mother, but goddess, help me I do. What will the Alpha do with me once I give him a pup or two? Kill me? Sell me? Keep me as a sex slave? None of the options are good. 

I don’t know how anyone can view this as an honor. It’s not an honor to be forced to bare a pup; I will be forced to give up. A pup I will never see again even though I bonded with it for the six months that I carried it. It’s not an honor to wonder if the pup I gave birth to is doing okay, if they are happy, being well taken care of, if they are loved, and what they think of me. What will their father say to them about their birth mother? How hated will I be by the pup or pups who think I abandoned them when all I wanted was to raise them? Being a breeder isn’t an honor. It’s a form of emotional torture. 

Some omegas are so blinded by their need to please that they don’t care about the pups they give birth to. They are content to do what they are conditioned to think is their duty that they don’t realize it’s wrong. Breeders should be given an option to raise their pups or, at the very least, see them. 

I’m starting to think being a sex slave would be better. At least I wouldn’t have to be forced to give up my pup. I can deal with sexual acts, I can deal with my body being used for pleasure, but I can’t deal with carrying a pup I will be forced to give up. 

I start to wonder if I would have been better off with the rogues. At least if they used me to carry their pups, they would eventually kill me. I wouldn’t be left with the torturous thoughts about wondering about my pup or pups. I’d be dead, at peace with the moon goddess living in the sky. Not that I want to die, but sometimes death seems better than the fate of an omega. 

I understand why some omegas take their life. They don’t want the fate handed to them, or they can’t live without their pups. I understand it, but I don’t know if I could do it. However, death is the only way out of the curse that being an omega brings. 

The nurse comes back in with the doctor. The nurse has a tray with soup, crackers, and water on it. The doctor has the syringe filled with pain meds. The nurse sets the tray on a wheeling tray that she brings over to me with a smile. The doctor gives me the pain meds and informs me to let them know when it starts to wear off so they can give me more. I thank them, and then they leave. 

I fiddle with a saltine cracker, trying to nibble at it while I wait for the pain meds to do their job. I have no desire to heal and get better. I know that once I do, my fate as a breeder will begin. 

Once the pain meds kick in, I begin to eat my chicken noodle soup. It’s good. Better than what omegas are usually served. I think back to my omega friends like Candi, and I wonder what their fates were at the auction. I hope they are all okay. 

I’m about halfway through my soup when Alpha Valen waltz into my room. Fuck him for looking so sexy in his black t-shirt, black jeans, and black boots. His long hair is pulled back in a ponytail, allowing me to see his light beard better. Fucker. 

“You are awake.” He states. No shit. Why do people feel the need to state the obvious?

“Unfortunately.” I begin to reply before the Alpha stalks over to me, looking pissed as hell. 

“Don’t be ungrateful, omega. I didn’t have to get you medical care.” 

“If you let me finish. I was going to say, unfortunately, because it’s easier to sleep through the agony of healing than being awake for it.” I glare at him. 

“They didn’t give you something for the pain?” 

“They did, about twenty minutes ago. It’s kicked in, but it doesn’t help with the muscle aches or the soreness, just the pain. It also doesn’t help work the wolfsbane or silver out of my system.” I inform him before I take a sip of water. 

“The worst of it will be over in a few days. You will stay here while you heal, then you will come to my home.” He emphasizes his home as if I didn’t already know that his home would never be my home. Omegas don’t have homes. 

“Yes, Alpha.” I agree, not wanting to get on his bad side. I might despise him right now, but I’m not looking to make anything worse for myself. 

“Good.” He replies before turning around and leaving. Yeah, he’s never going to keep me. 

This time I didn’t feel my wolf, but then again, with silver and wolfsbane, I can’t expect to feel her. I guess I will find out how much and maybe why he affects my wolf. It’s curious I only feel her around him. It seems he has to be within a certain distance in order for me to feel her. Perhaps figuring out why Alpha Valen affects my wolf to the point where I can sense her might make whatever torture I’m going to endure worth my while.