Page 8 of Bad Omega

Knar takes me by the arms and gently lifts me to my feet. My face barely reaches his chest. He moves me to one side, then sits down on the stool where I was just sitting. I give him a quizzical look. He pats his thigh.

“Bend yourself over my lap,” Knar growls. “It’s time for your spanking.”

CHAPTER 4

“My what?”

At least, that’s what I try to say. What actually comes out of my mouth is an incomprehensible jumble of sound halfway between a whimper and a shout. Somehow, Knar still understands.

“Your spanking,” he repeats calmly.

Knar has never been one to joke around, and his steely eyes give no indication that he’s decided to take up the habit now.

“You’re serious,” I say.

He nods, and my heart springs into my throat. Every sense becomes heightened. I can feel the sweat breaking out across my skin, can smell the three alpha males surrounding me. Source, I can even taste them. The tower sways ever so slightly in the breeze.

“You can’t spank me,” I tell him, my voice barely above a whisper.

A shadow of a smile: “Why not?”

“Because I’m nineteen!” I protest. “I’m an adult!”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m the leader of this pack, and as long as you’re living under my roof, you’re going to do as I say. Now get over here and bend that butt over my lap like a good girl.”

Good girl.

Something about the way Knar utters those words sends a shiver of excitement rushing through me.

I’m tempted to point out that if I were a good girl, there would be no reason for him to spank me, but I keep that little insight to myself. I don’t think it would be wise to sass my pack leader right now.

Instead, I turn to Bjor, the softy of the pack. He’s the one who always saved me from Knar’s wrath in the past. If not for him, I would probably still be grounded for some of the things I’ve done. I flutter my eyelashes and stare up at him with the most plaintive look I can muster.

“Bjor, you’re not really going to let him spank me, are you?”

The big alpha still has his arms crossed in front of his chest, but after a few seconds he sighs and unfolds them. He places two massive hands atop my shoulders and smiles at me through his beard.

I knew he would crack.

“Eri, Eri, Eri,” he says. “What do you expect me to do? You think I’m going to fight my pack leader over this?”

“But—”

“Besides,” Bjor goes on, “maybe Knar is right. Maybe we’ve been a little too easy on you in the past. I don’t even want to think about what would’ve happened if we hadn’t been there to chase those Farlanders away. And what about those poor young alphas you dragged into it? They could’ve been killed, Eri.”

Shit. He does have a point.

Still… a spanking?

“It’s for your own good,” Bjor says, as if reading my thoughts. “I want you to be safe, Eri. We all want you to be safe. It’s the most important thing in the Zone for us.” He glances at Knar. “Maybe this is the best way to do that.”

I can’t believe what I’m hearing!

I twist out from under Bjor’s hands and spin to face Renn. He’s my only hope now. As the youngest alpha of the pack, he’s always been more sympathetic to my misbehavior. Source, he’s even encouraged it from time to time. It’s hardly surprising that he would be the one to figure out my little game, but surely he didn’t expect it would earn me a spanking—right?

Wrong.

As soon as I see the smirk twisting the corner of his mouth, I know I won’t be getting any help from that quarter.