THE OMEGA SHORTAGE
Many years ago, a horrible virus cut across the lands, killing off millions of omegas. It destroyed families and wrecked whole packs. Birth rates dropped, and fewer children presented as omegas.
Since only the gentle presence of an omega could keep a group of alphas settled and focused, packs began falling apart and alpha-aggression reached an all-time high. They attacked one another unprovoked, destroying property and killing innocents without any remorse. Driven by their instincts to claim a mate, lone alphas roamed the cities and the surrounding countryside, trying to find a wayward omega to claim as their own.
Desperate to protect their kin, families began lashing out at any unknown alpha that approached their home. Life was violent, unpredictable, and terrifying for everyone, regardless of their dynamic.
The country fell into chaos.
Left with no other choice, the government stepped in, enacting the Omega Confiscation Act.
Academies were created all over the country, providing a safe place for omegas to live and grow until they were old enough to be mated. A thorough screening process was put into place, and only the most stable and sophisticated packs could be trusted to claim the omegas.
Small packs of alphas and betas started to form again, and the country began to heal.
But many alphas refused to bow to the new process, especially up north where criminals flocked and laws were barely enforced.
It wasn’t long before a black market was created, providing mates to alphas unlikely to be accepted by the academies. Unmated omegas were snatched from their homes, off the street, and even from a few of the surrounding cities.
Over time, the Morder became one of the largest and most heavily attended markets in the lawless Northern Territory. Snatchers found unmated omegas through any means, kidnapping them and selling them to the highest bidder.
This is a story about one of those omegas.
IMPORTANT!
The misuse of meds is discussed in this book. While most of the names of medications are fake, please don't take anything I've written here as medical advice. Period.
I’m a forty-year old mom with a questionable browsing history andzeromedical training.
Seriously.
Talk to your doctor.
I write about weird penises for a living.
Black Market Prep
Elowen
All I want right now isa thick, hard cock carving a path deep inside me.
I want to feel a strong man thrust and growl against the crook of my neck, his scent drowning out the sterile smell of this damn room, his weight pinning me down until I can't think about anything but the friction and the heat.
I want to be taken.
Possessed.
Completely overwhelmed by something that would make this constant, agonizing hiding feel worth it.
"If you stare at that vial any harder, it's going to expire out of spite." Milo's voice cuts through the haze.
I blink, and heat rushes to my cheeks as the fantasy evaporates. I look down at the tiny glass bottle of clear liquid in my hand, my heart beating a little too hard.
"Yeah," I let out a short laugh. "This one is just really faded."
Milo smiles and goes back to his own pile.
Stupid, I silently scold myself.Focus.
