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As the need pulsing through me abates, his deep, guttural breaths slowly become even and his hands gentle around my wrists. My fingers tingle as the circulation restores.
He straightens my arms and lays them at my sides.
“Don’t move until my seed dries, unless you’d like another coating,” he rumbles before he steps away.
I close my eyes and grimace as the syrupy gunk chills on my flesh.
Torn between disgust and peace, I curse my omega heart. Her need to be marked glows in satisfaction over his offering while my mind fumes over the humiliation.
The edge of the counter digs into my hips. My flesh pebbles as cold seeps into me from both the counter and his chilling cum.
Callused fingers brush my hair off my face. I swallow and keep my eyes and mouth clamped shut.
“Open your eyes and show me those thoughts, tiny scorpion,” he murmurs.
I try, but the mess cakes my lashes together. A small, pathetic sound leaks from deep inside my chest.
His wry chuckle makes my core throb.
He runs a damp washcloth over my eyes and lifts me by my nape to clean the other.
I shudder at his gentle ministrations. My appa always doted on my omma like this.
A memory rises, confusing me almost as much as the change in treatment.
When I was eight years old, I didn’t understand what was happening, but Omma was restless all day from her oncoming heat. She kept snapping at me. Appa came home late and sent me to hide in the secondary safe space he always had set up for emergencies. I’d lingered outside the door, scared both my parents were angry at me, and heard their first union. It wasn’t the normal sweet and caring joining of their bodies. It sounded wild, raw, and dirty.
I couldn’t look, even though it sounded like appa was hurting omma. I’d fled to safety and stayed curled in my hiding spot for days, afraid I’d lost everything dear to me.
When appa finally came to get me, he’d scolded me for not eating enough and carried me back to omma. She’d been glowing, but tired.
Everything had returned to normal.
Alpha Fore’s grip on my nape tightens. My stomach twists as I recall his expression as he destroyed my father’s world. He threatened my mother with the worst fate an omega could suffer and stole me away from them.
I can’t lose focus. He may ruin my body and sway my omega side, but he’ll never have me.
He drops the washcloth into the sink with a wet plop and guides me to a door on the same wall as the washroom.
I stare in shock.
Shelves full of soft, fluffy things line the walls. What was once a common gathering room is now an omega wonderland. Blankets, pillows, toys, carpets, cushions, quilts, curtains, you name it, there’s at least one lying in wait. Two pristine couches bracket the room, blocking the doors on either side. Thick metal bars weld the left door shut, but the one on the right—a smaller, thicker door found only on the ship’s hull—sports several padlocks and a watertight seal.
Mountains of cushions and pillows overflow the couches, adding beautiful colors to the chaotic mix of toys crowded along the edges of the room and piled in the corners. Tiny animals with faded patterns, missing eye buttons, and tattered ears sit in mismatched glory.
A bare mattress lies in the center of the room with a single pillow and folded blanket lying in one corner.
My fingers itch to touch and explore.
What alpha would spend decades collecting all of this just to abuse his omega?
With my tongue sticking to the roof of my dry mouth, I look over my shoulder—up and up—to Alpha Fore’s face. The greying hairs on his chiseled chest and broad shoulders gleam in the overhead lights, but I continue past his scarred lips and meet his gaze.
My stomach plummets. The world fades away. His intense grey eyes pierce into my soul.
He never intended to harm my omma. Her betrayal hurt him beyond words. The years spent alone grated his soul to jagged, miniscule pieces.
He had no choice but to continue down the path my appa and omma pushed him onto.
