Page 39 of Ruined Omega

Before I have a chance to pop the pills into my mouth, the sparring Alphas come charging down the length of the shelter again. Their bodies slam into me, knocking me back against the cushion of the nest.

The bottle drops from my hand, sending little blue pills skittering over the floor.

“I’ll kill you!” Tal snarls, gripping Baen’s throat in his hands.

“Fuck you, asshole!” Baen drives his knee upward into Tal’s groin, and the Alpha’s stranglehold loosens

The struggle continues. The Alphas roar and slam against the curved walls, leaving heavy dents in the metal.

The sounds of their fighting heightens my arousal to unbearable levels. I’m feverish with lust. My skin burns with the need to be touched, to be claimed, to be owned. I want so badly to give in to that desire. To fling my legs wide and howl for both Alphas to claim me at the same time.

But I have to be strong. I have to resist.

I drop to the floor searching for the spilled pills. All I need is one. Just one pill to halt the transformation.

My eyes scan over the mess left by the feuding Alphas. There amid the scattered cans and shards of broken glass, my eyes land on a single blue capsule.

But as I reach for it, a heavy Alpha heel steps back and treads on my hand.

I yelp in pain.

It is Baen who stepped on me. My cry of pain draws his attention away from the battle. He twists his head around, staring down at me with a look of concern.

“Look what you did, idiot!” Tal shouts. “You’ve hurt the omega!”

Tal takes advantage of his opponent’s temporary distraction to drive a powerful kick straight into Baen’s breast bone. Baen grunts in pain and flies backward.

“Now, I’m telling you for the last time,” Tal roars. “The omega belongs to me.”

He stoops, and his muscled arm coils around my body, lifting me off the ground like a broken doll.

“Over my dead body,” Baen snarls.

He leaps forward and grabs me around the waist, and before I know it, I’m caught in the middle of an Alpha tug of war. Their hard fingers bite into my flesh. Their knotted muscles pull me in two directions at once.

“Stop it,” I whimper. “What are you doing?”

But the Alphas don’t hear me over the sound of their own fierce growls.

“MINE,” they both snarl. “MINE!”

They yank my helpless body back and forth like two selfish children fighting over a favorite toy. Only these are no children. They are brutal Alphas, and they are inhumanly strong. My muscles ache under the tension of their struggle. My limbs feel like they’ll be pulled from their sockets.

The Alphas have both gone feral, and their inflamed brains don’t realize that they are on the verge of ripping me in two.

In a last ditch effort, I muster every bit of energy I have left, suck in a deep breath, and scream.

“STOP!”

That does the trick. And not a moment too soon. A few more seconds of that, and these possessive Alphas would have literally torn me in half.

“I won’t belong to either one of you if I’m dead,” I pant. “Now put me down.”

The Alphas stare at me with blank expressions, their jaws hanging open. They look like they have just woken up from a dream.

“Put. Me. DOWN!”

I’m crying now. The tears are drawing wet stripes down my cheeks. That seems to snap the Alphas out of their daze. Together, they carefully lay my body down into the center of the nest.