Page 29 of Ruined Omega

For an instant, the rainy landscape flashes with a blinding, blue-white glow, and the sky sounds like it’s being ripped in half by thunder. Though it seems almost impossible, the rain somehow gets even harder.

This is my punishment.

I should be back in the city ruins, drowning in omega pussy. Instead, I’m out here beyond the Quarantine Wall, drowning in cold rain and mud.

And it’s all because of Azia.

I should have known better than to mess around with her. She is the daughter of Kronin, after all. One of the biggest and meanest Alpha’s in the Zone. In terms of political clout, Kronin is second only to the high leader Addom. And his daughter Azia was already arranged to be claimed by another high-status pack of Alphas.

She was completely off-limits.

But that never stopped me before.

And by the Source, that sweet, wicked little creature gave me no choice.

It had happened after that big meeting six months ago. Practically the entire tribe had been there. The meeting had something to do with that strange omega named Sloane. The one who had once been an Outsider warrior. Though the gathering was clearly one of great importance, the exact topic eluded me. Truthfully, I was too distracted by all of the young omegas who were there in the audience.

Afterward, when the gathering had been adjourned, all of the Alphas and omegas had drained out of the dark meeting hall. In the jostling crowd, Azia had brushed up against me, her hand briefly grazing my chest.

At first I assume it was a mere accident. She had not even looked at me when she had done it.

But if there is one thing I’ve learned, it’s that there are no accidents when it comes to omegas.

They are clever, and wily beyond measure.

It was only after Azia had already melted back into the shifting crowd that I noticed it. A streak of warm moisture where her hand had touched me.

I tested it with my fingers. It was slick and oily.

I raised it to my nose, sniffing discreetly.

My cock instantly engorged with intense desire, and I had to press it down to keep from embarrassing myself in the crowd.

It was the little omega’s arousal fluid, and it bore the faint scent-markers of her first heat. The little she-devil had touched herself and then smeared it on me.

It was an invitation.

What else could I do? I had to accept. To refuse her would just be rude.

So later that night, under the cover of darkness, I climbed the tangled vines of the ancient tower where she dwelt with her father’s pack and snuck into her quarters. Everything was going swimmingly…

Until her father Kronin caught us, that is.

The old fart had been so pissed, I thought he was going to kill me.

Now, shivering in this rainstorm, cowering in the practically nonexistent shelter of this scraggly tree, I almost wish he had. Instead, I’ve been assigned to duty at a remote checkpoint without an omega in sight.

It’s a fate worse than death.

And if that emotionless dickhead Taliesin doesn’t show up soon, I really will be dead either from drowning or cold.

One more minute. I’ll give him exactly one more minute, then I’m heading back under the Quarantine Wall to hunker down in the shelter. At least the shelter is dry.

I count off sixty beats of my heart.

Nothing.

That’s it. I’ve waited long enough. Tal isn’t coming.