He’d sniffed the air, smelled her slick, and gone practically feral in his need to get to her. The resulting carnage had been terrible. He’d fought through the crowds to get to her, killing other males and injuring many others in his attempts to reach her. Once he did, she’d struggled and tried to escape, but it was no use. The alpha was too strong.
He’d shredded her clothes immediately, tearing strip by strip from her body. She fought him, but the moment he growled low in his throat, she’d fallen to her knees in surrender. Even though she didn’t want to be mated, her body had betrayed her. Her legs had grown slick as her body prepared to take his cock, to take his knot and his cum deep within her entrance.
He’d fucked her hard and hadn’t stopped for hours but still, she eventually begged for more even though I knew it had to hurt. I imagined such rough coupling would be felt for a long time afterward.
In an effort to limit the destruction, the entire market had been cleared. No one could get near them for several days. If anyone tried, the alpha threatened attack. One man even died trying to contain them, so eventually the authorities blocked off the area so that no one could go anywhere close to them.
Eventually, the omega had reached the end of estrous and the alpha calmed. The two of them finally surrendered and they were taken into custody and brought down into the depths of the city. They’d become my test subjects. The alpha scared me, but Genwell Labs had promised me that they were contained, so I had continued my analyses of their behavior. I studied them extensively and observed many heat cycles between the two of them in an effort to more fully understand the consequences of our unmanaged baser urges.
Over time, the three of us had established a tenuous relationship. I had been especially excited because they even responded to preliminary prototypes of my experimental drugs, at least for a small period of time.
Still, I was haunted by visions of the alpha slamming her against the wall, of his forcing her legs open wide with his knee, and the massive girth of his cock as he took her pussy hard, knotting her and coating her legs with his cum time and time again.
I whined low in my throat. Would that be me? Would I beg an alpha to fuck me, just like she had done?
Alix pawed through the crates beside me, and my eyes tore to him. I needed to know what he was, but I was scared to know the answer. Terrified, in fact.
We’d worked together for a long time and had a strong respect for one another. He’d asked for my opinion on a multitude of clinical trials over the years, and I had asked for his in turn. Our research had come together many times over the years, making us not only consistent collaborators, but good friends. I had always thought of him as attractive, but it had never gone any farther than that. I had a distinct feeling that was all about to change though.
“Alix?” I asked, my voice bordering on silent. I sat down on a crate, folding my hands in my lap, and reluctantly lifted my eyes to meet his. He was a big guy, very tall and more muscular than the alpha male stored away in my lab. He was no doubt far stronger than him too. His body type showed all the signs of an alpha, designed specifically to claim and subdue an omega. I licked my lips, trying to quell the intense feelings of horrified anticipation of what I was about to find out.
There was an unspoken rule in the city. You didn’t ask what anyone else was, but I was going to do it anyway. I had to know what was coming.
“What is it, Raven?” he replied. His brow furrowed with curiosity, followed by a jolt of hesitation once his gaze met mine.
His expression told me everything. His eyes searched mine, brooding, protective, and incredibly reluctant. I knew then, he already knew what I wanted to ask. For a long moment, my tongue wouldn’t move, and I stammered some nonsense before I closed my lips and tried again.
“What are you?” I asked, fearful of his answer, even though I felt like I already knew what it was going to be. Everything about him told me that he was an alpha, but I didn’t want to believe it. Not until I heard the words from his mouth. I hoped with every fiber of my being that he was a beta, and I had nothing to worry about. Right now, I needed the truth.
Betas were far more common than both alphas and omegas. If he was a beta, he’d still be able to subdue me, but his urges would be controllable, and we’d be able to make it out of the jungle. If he was a beta, my body would only react mildly to his presence and we’d be much safer for the rest of our journey. I’d just have to avoid any alphas living out here in the wilds. He was big enough, he could protect me.
Omegas like me were exceedingly rare. Betas were extremely common, accounting for over ninety percent of the population based off anonymous data collected by the government. Alphas were still fairly infrequent though, so I still held onto the hope that maybe my hunch was wrong. His jaw clenched then though, and I knew his answer even before he said the words. I couldn’t breathe.
“I’m an alpha,” he replied, his eyes boring into mine.
My blood ran cold. This couldn’t be happening.
“No. You can’t be,” I replied under my breath. My fingernails dug into my palms, sharp little pinpricks that told me this wasn’t a dream. He nodded slowly, confirming the truth once more.
“What are you?” he asked softly, almost tenderly. His fingers reached for mine and I pulled them away.
I felt my face flush hard and he drew in a sharp breath.
I tried to answer, but my words came out as the stammering of a mad woman. I couldn’t formulate words. Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes and I turned away, pulling in one ragged breath after another.
“You’re an omega then,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, but I heard it anyway.
I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. Instead, my breath caught in my throat and my tongue felt dry as cotton. My limbs felt heavy and I tried to control myself, to keep myself from falling into a pit of panic.
“That’s what I thought,” he said quietly, the tone of his voice one of sadness.
We both knew what was going to happen. As an omega, my body would go into heat in the presence of an alpha. I would produce slick and potent pheromones that he’d be unable to resist. He’d claim me as his and then he would fuck me long and hard, no matter if I wanted it or not. There was no stopping it. Nothing we could do to prevent it.
I tried to swallow past the lump in my throat. I felt so helpless and vulnerable.
I’d seen the rough ways an alpha would take an omega. I’d studied them. My captive alpha had made his omega surrender, spread herself wide for him, and if she fought him he’d punished her until she begged him to fuck her.
And now, that was going to happen to me.