Page 5 of Shared Omega

To a degree, they resemble human men, more or less. However, there are differences. Big differences.

For one, they are far larger than the ordinary citizens of our city hive. Hell, they are even larger than the other roided-up marines who are sitting here in this briefing room, watching now in shocked revulsion.

The Alphas’ naked bodies are laden with thick slabs of powerful muscle. Their taut skin is striped with scar tissue and caked with dark smudges. At first I think that is mud, but I soon realize it’s something else.

Blood. Dried blood.

I can only assume that it belonged to Parsons’ fallen comrades.

Parsons lets out a bloodcurdling shriek as the Alphas tear into him, quite literally. Claws and overdeveloped canine fangs bite and rend his black environmental protection suit, sinking into the soft flesh beneath. A fist cracks the visor of Parsons’ helmet. A second blow shatters it.

The image blurs as the poor man’s eyes fill with tears of agony. There is a sickening splash of red, and the screams turn to choked gurgles.

At last, mercifully, the image disappears in a spasm of static, and the hologram goes black.

The tension in the dark briefing room is palpable. For a long moment, it is so quiet you could hear a mouse fart, as my old orphanage director used to be fond of saying. Finally, there is a collective exhale as everyone lets out the breath they’ve been holding in.

Finally, Dr. Frostgrave speaks.

“Except for a handful of researchers here at SynerGen, you are the first people to witness that footage. The reason I showed it to you is that I wanted you all to witness first-hand the absolute savagery of the Alphas that populate the Quarantine Zone.”

The holograph lights up again, lines of light tracing a new image.

“Now I want you to watch this second clip for a very different reason,” Frostgrave says, gesturing toward the rectangle of light. “These images were obtained from the neural chip of a SynerGen scientist named Lily O’Neal. Miss O’Neal was also part of an excursion into the Zone. She was captured by a pack of particularly dangerous Alphas and taken as their mate against her will. Witness now the depths of her degradation at the hands of these monsters…”

CHAPTER 2: SLOANE

Now the holographic field fills with the different neural chip recording. The viewpoint is within a dark but seemingly massive space and surrounded by three Alphas who are circling like predators. There are hushed sounds, as if a crowd is watching from the shadows. Once or twice, I catch a glimpse of shining eyes in the background.

I cringe at the thought that we are about to witness this woman’s violent demise too.

Yet my eyes stay open. They are glued to the image, unable to look away.

Lily’s point of view swivels around as she looks at the three encircling Alphas, each in turn. These males are different from the ones we saw before. They don’t display the same frenzied movements we just witnessed in the previous recording. Instead, these males prowl with a slow, animal grace, like stalking panthers.

And it quickly becomes clear that their intentions are not to kill the female.

Abundantly clear.

Their massive Alpha members are fully erect and ready for mating.

The tips of their erect cocks glisten with dribbling fluid—the precursor of their seed.

And something else catches the light, glinting in the shadowy dimness.

The Alphas are pierced. My God, their erections are adorned with steel piercings.

Sudden and uninvited, a strange warmth blushes between my thighs. I have been keeping my legs apart to ward off Donovitch’s manspreading, but now I squeeze them together, ashamed at my body’s inappropriate reaction to these foul, Alpha beasts.

In the darkness of the briefing room, one of the other marines whistles at the wanton display on the holographic screen, and the other troopers burst into laughter, though they are quickly silenced by an angry bark from Colonel Fulgore.

The briefing room grows silent again. The only sound is the woman’s heavy breathing in the recording.

Then another sound emerges. A deep, guttural rumbling like an idling motor, but much softer.

Purring.

The Alphas are actually purring.