Captured Omega

PRologue

Auryn

I have to keep moving.

The jagged rocks beneath my feet hurt like hell, and my skin is already slick with blood and debris, but I can’t stop. My life depends on it.

The darkness of the forest is a comforting balm, calling me home like a beacon.

This…

This is where I belong, out in the wild. In the open.

Out of that cage.

“Stop her!”

a man yells, but his call is white noise. The sound of their combat boots hit harder than the angry screams they emit.

Wind curls around me as my body slices through the air, every ounce of agility and instinct rushing through me as I run. My legs burn from the movement, my hair clinging to my sweat-slick face. I don’t dare look behind me. I can’t.

I know if I see them it’s all over, and I’m as good as dead.

The clearing ahead opens up, the moonlight bathing the forest in its silvery glow. If I wasn’t running for my life, I’d think it was beautiful. I’d stop and marvel in the moonbeams like some heroine in a fairytale.

But this is my life, and it is the farthest thing from a fairytale.

It’s a nightmare, and my only chance at freedom, at actually living, is beyond this border.

“She’s getting away!”

another man calls out, his voice getting louder just as I skid to a stop.

Fuck, they’re gaining on me!

I realize there is nowhere to go as I glare over the edge of the cliff.

The bitter voice inside my head growls at me, urging me to jump. Jump off this fucking cliff into the dark, churning waters below. The other voice that presides in my head, the one I hate more than anything—my omega—can smell them. Their thick, alpha scents both piss me off and make my omega afraid. She doesn’t like it when the alphas are displeased with us.

Fuck her. She’s what got us in this mess in the first place.

I have a choice to make, I realize as I see the men approach. There isn’t much time.

Throwing myself off a fucking cliff could kill me.

But I’d rather be dead than be rescinded to a cage to be knotted and starved for the rest of my life.

The first man to reach me stops just inches away. His soldiers stay behind him. One stands with his hands on his weapon, and the other hangs back, holding the rear as their leader fixes his dark gaze on me. This one…he’s…different.

He smells different, and I realize I haven’t seen him before. He’s not one of Sneed’s.

So they’re sending the green ones out after me, now. They must want me back pretty bad.

“Five-seven-six…”

He calls my number, and I scoff at him. His bourbon-like scent hits me, making my omega whine. My thighs tighten, my pussy pulsing because it has a mind of its own.

His right hand slides over the hilt of his gun while he holds up his free hand to signal me to stop. He takes two careful steps forward, and I have to bite my tongue because fuck, does he smell good. Better than those assholes in the cage, that’s for sure.

My gaze roves over him, taking in his appearance, or what I can make out of him anyway beneath all his military gear and the face mask he’s wearing that covers his mouth. His bright blue eyes stand out in the darkness, like the moon against the black sky.

“Just take it easy; I’m not going to hurt you.”

That’s a lie. Alphas always hurt us.

I don’t mean anything to them. Not unless I’m strapped to a table being pumped full of drugs so they can torture me, among other things…

Things I don’t want to think about when escape is so close.

“I have a name,”

I tell him, my voice heavy and full of pain.

Mr. Blue Eyes stops, his hand between us steady and unwavering. I’m well aware he could grab me.

But he doesn’t. He only looks back at me with pity. Like he feels sorry for me. “What?”

he asks, blinking as the sound of clicking safeties settles in the glen around us.

“I said, I have a name,”

I growl. The voice in my head snarls, pushing me into this man’s space. I bare my teeth, my omega pining from the sickly-sweet scent rolling off of this alpha.

She wants nothing more than to roll over and be fucked six ways from Sunday, wants nothing more than to be knotted and filled with this alpha’s cum, but I am not so easily swayed by Mr. Blue Eyes and his sweet, smooth scent.

That vicious voice, the one driving me right now, is chomping at the bit to challenge the alpha in front of me. To show him it is me who they should fear. Not the other way around.

But the human part of me wins out. Freedom is worth more than whatever these bastards think awaits me in that cell.

I take one step closer, close enough I could kiss this man if I wanted to. I don’t miss the way his gaze flashes to my mouth, nor do I miss the deep rumble emanating from his chest.

Then again, that’s what’s supposed to happen to an alpha in the presence of an omega, just like the moisture blossoming between my thighs is a natural reaction to knowing this alpha wants me.

I am so much more than a vessel. I am so much more than a hole to be filled.

“My name is Auryn,”

I bite just before I take one step back, “and you’re going to remember it for the rest of your pathetic life.”

Then I run until the cliff gives out, until I am flying like a bird through the darkness towards the unknown.

And when the obsidian waters catch me, the fire in my lungs spreads.

All that’s there is the darkness, but at least I’m free.

For now.