Page 8 of Desperate Omega

“Get her legs apart,” she commands her alphas.

While still keeping a firm grip on my arms, the alphas reach down and take hold of my knees, spreading them wide for their omega. Delphine kneels in front of me, her eyes gleaming madly in the flickering light. She holds the candle over my exposed sex and starts to tilt it. I tense in anticipation.

Just as Delphine is about to pour the hot wax onto me, a new roar explodes through the barn, rattling the weathered board.

It wasn’t one of Delphine’s alphas who made that sound. It was someone else.

In unison, Delphine and her pack all turn toward the door at the end of the barn. I lift my head to look too, and when I see what is standing there, a fresh wave of fear grips my heart.

“Let her go,” the monster growls. “Let the omega go.”

CHAPTER 3: SYRA

The alpha named Anton still has my spear. With an angry snarl, he charges toward the monster in the doorway, but the monster is too quick for him. Smooth as water, it rolls out of the way of the gleaming speartip, and with a blade of its own, it opens a deep gash along the alpha’s arm.

Anton stumbles back with a pained grunt.

The spear drops from his hand.

The monster rises to its feet and turns to face the other two alphas. It is shaped like an alpha, but it doesn’t have an alpha’s scent, and its weird, sallow hide is bumpy and cracked, almost like the skin of a reptile. Long hair hangs down from its head in matted locks. An obsidian-bladed knife gleams in its right hand.

The other two alphas roar and charge.

One of them is sent flying with a kick to the solar plexus. The other one—the one I stabbed with my spear—manages to catch the monster’s knife arm before the obsidian blade can plunge into his chest. The monster lashes out his other hand, striking the alpha in his wounded shoulder. The alpha falls back, shrieking in pain.

By then, Anton is back on his feet again.

As the monster turns to face him, Delphine slips a stiletto from a sheath on her hip and lunges toward the creature’s back. Even in my weakened state, I am able to hook one of her ankles, sending her sprawling.

The candle drops from her other hand and tumbles to the floor of the barn, igniting a tuft of dried grass by the wall. The light inside the barn doubles.

“You bitch!” Delphine hisses.

As quick as a snake, she regains her feet and whirls to face me. Her smile is gone, replaced by a look of pure rage.

The stiletto winks in her hand.

She pounces, and I raise my hands to protect myself, but I know my current strength is not going to be enough to fight her off.

She’s going to kill me.

She is almost upon me when a scaly hand catches her hair and yanks her backward. Her body smashes through the wall of the barn, which is now rapidly catching fire. She falls to the ground, limp and unconscious.

“Delphine!” Anton growls.

The alpha scoops up the omega with his good arm. He glares at the monster, then at me.

“This isn’t over,” he says. “We’ll meet again, and when we do, you’ll be sorry.”

He wheels around and races out of the barn, and his two wounded pack brothers follow after him.

Leaving me alone with the monster.

As the creature turns to face me, I summon what little strength I have and lunge for my spear where Anton dropped it. I manage to pull off a halfway decent somersault, and I come up holding the spear with the tip aimed at the monster’s broad chest.

Just because it fought off Delphine and her alphas, that doesn’t mean it’s friendly. I also know I’m in no condition to fight such a formidable creature, but I’m willing to try.

“Stay right there,” I say. “Don’t come any closer.”