Sebastian
Theomegashiversin my arms as I press the knife closer to her delicate throat, and the spluttered sound of her breath stretches my lips into a sneer.
I never grow tired of hearing them choke.
I don’t care what my pack brothers say: this little turtledove’s just like the rest. All omegas are the same. They act so sweet, but in the end, they will only use and abuse you. Just like my father’s omega Daphne abused him.
Just like she abused me.
I shut off my memories of that deplorable woman, letting the darkness warp my mind. Now I’m detached from the world. The only thing preventing me from nose-diving headfirst into the abyss is this tiny omega.
She really is small. The smallest I’ve encountered, but I won’t let her nimble size pacify me.
I have a job to do after all.
Carefully, I tip her head back, ignoring her overwhelming stench of coconuts.
Fuck. It’s her perfume, and despite myself, I let my nostrils flare as I take a sniff. Daphne smelled of lavender and peppermint, a choking, cloying scent that stung the eyes. It’s that very scent that has haunted me for years. It fills my dreams, convincing me that I am back under her mercy yet again.
I wasn’t even a full-grown alpha, but even then I was enslaved by her omega charms.
This turtledove’s perfume isn’t so cloying or sickly. Rather than lulling me into a false sense of security, her scent makes me feel something that I haven’t felt in years.
Joy.
Is that what they call it these days? I’ve been so wrapped up in my own darkness that I actually forgot how to feel one of the world’s simplest emotions.
I remember my mother making me feel joyful in my youth—a humble beta with a kind disposition. She was not my birth mother, of course. As an alpha, I was borne of an omega woman, and it sickens me.
It sickens me how we are so dependent on these pretty little creatures. We need them. We crave them.
I wouldn’t even exist if it wasn’t for my father’s union with an omega.
Daphne was not my mother; she was barely even old enough to have given birth to me, being just sixteen years older than I was, and thank fuck.
I couldn’t have lived with myself if I came from someone so evil.
The sweet scent of the omega’s coconut perfume takes me back to a simpler time in my life. Back when my heart wasn’t so cold. Back when I still knew how to smile and feel things.
It’s enough to melt the sheet of ice that has formed around my heart.
“H-hey…” she whispers beneath me.
I freeze. The omega is speaking to me.
“Yeah, you... I… I don’t know what’s taking you so long, but if you’re going to kill me, then just do it. D-don’t make me wait.”
A low growl escapes my throat, and she petrifies in my arms. “Quiet!”
She seals her lips, yet there’s no denying the strengthening of her perfume. It seems the omega is aroused by my proximity. Her heart thumps in her chest as her breathing accelerates, and is this really how she wants to spend her last moments? Craving my fucking knot?
She grinds her ass against my crotch, and I curse myself for enjoying the sensation. Now I have the uncanny notion of wanting to lock my knot between her legs, and I shake my head, coming back to my senses.
The bitch is doing it on purpose; she’s taking advantage of my alpha hormones just so she can live that little bit longer.
She’s probably already devising her escape.
No omega ever escapes me. If she thinks she’s the first omega to ever try to seduce me, then she can keep on dreaming.