His Secret Omega

Prologue

Four Years Ago

Sky struggled, but he was powerless against the onslaught of alpha pheromones that flooded his senses.

It was new, intense. Made him feel disoriented.

Prior to presentation, pheromones couldn’t be scented or felt, but he was too flustered to put two and two together, to recognize he shouldn’t be reacting to something he couldn’t sense.

At eighteen, Sky had yet to present. It wasn’t unheard of, though many discovered their proclivities when they were around sixteen. There was worry he’d end up a beta, but even betas experienced a presentation and activated their pheromones.

There wasn’t anything wrong with being a beta either, but Sky had always wanted—

The weight pinning him over the counter of the upstairs bathroom shifted. A masked man was sprawled over him, his powerful thighs keeping Sky trapped, while his knees forced his legs to part.

“Don’t,” his refusal came out breathy and weak, ending on a moan that honestly shocked him.

That couldn’t be arousal…

Shivers ran down Sky’s spine, and his skin prickled with an uncomfortable sensation unlike anything he’d ever felt before.

It was like someone had turned up the heat twenty degrees.

His skin felt too tight, his mouth dry. He clawed mindlessly at the marble surface he was bent over, but his attempts to get away were halfhearted at best now.

How did he even get here again?

He was at a party…The first annual event to welcome the month of Samhain. He’d shown up with his best friend, had a few drinks…Gone upstairs for…something…It got fuzzy after that.

How had he ended up with an alpha?

And why did the alpha smell so damn amazing?

The masked man at his back hushed him. “Quiet, little omega. It’ll be over soon.”

“What will?” Sky didn’t want to know. Was certain he shouldn’t be asking and instead should be working up the strength to escape, despite the way his limbs had seemingly locked into place.

“Your presentation.” The alpha sounded pleased, even nuzzled the back of Sky’s head with his masked face as though in praise.

Presentation?

“I haven’t presented yet,” Sky said dumbly, earning himself a chuckle.

“What do you think you’re doing right now?”

“No, I—” His protests died on his tongue. Was that what this was? Was he presenting?

“There you go. Accepting it will make things go more smoothly.”

“Things?” If he was presenting, that meant—He whined when the stranger pushed his hard-on against his backside again. “Stop.”

“You’re presenting,” he reminded, speaking to him in a tone that implied he thought Sky was missing something obvious. “You’ll need an alpha. I’m soothing you right now, that’s why it’s taking so much time.”

He’d been releasing soothing alpha pheromones? Was that what Sky had picked up on? That subtle change in the air after they’d been locked in the room and the alpha had secured him?

“I don’t want you.” Sky had pictured his first time before, and it was never at a party with an unknown alpha in the dark. He’d fantasized about roses and chocolates and champagne.

And Kian Erskine.

“Who do you want then?” the stranger asked.

The rest of that dream, Sky could do away with if he had to, but Kian? Kian was the one he wanted. The one he’d wanted for as long as he could remember.

“A different alpha.”

There was a pause, and then, “So you’re fine with being an omega?”

Sky frowned. “Why do you sound so happy about that?”

“Because I’m forcing your heat, obviously.”

“What does that even mean?” It didn’t matter. Since he’d gotten him talking, Sky figured he’d try making him see reason. “This is against the law, what you’re doing? This isn’t Synastry. You don’t get to—”

“I can mate anyone I want to, actually,” the stranger cut him off.

“Bullshit. Only—”

“An Imperial or a Royal is above the law?” He grunted. “Yes, that’s correct.”

Sky’s mouth fell open. “You’re lying.”

“Am I?”

He had to be. Sure, the guy was wearing a mask, but it was clear he was young. The only two Imperials currently on the planet around his age were the twins. Arbor and Avi Idris were next in line for the throne, and while they sometimes came to these events, they’d never shown an interest in him.

In fact, they typically gave him a wide berth thanks to Kian’s influence. He was notoriously protective of Elm, and therefore Sky by proxy. Neither of the twins would do something like this. Kian would never allow it.

But…They were Imperials, and Kian…wasn’t. Against that sort of authority, what power did he really have? Arbor and Avi were also known for being arrogant and calculating. They took what they pleased; that was half the reason their grandfather had decided to enroll them at the Academy.

To teach them structure and how to behave.

Why Kian was being dragged along with them.

Unlike many other planets, there weren’t a lot of Royals here either. Try as he might, Sky couldn’t think of a single one that would be in the proper age range. Which meant, if this really was an Imperial currently pinning him down, it was either one of the twins or a liar.

“Lying about your status is an intergalactic crime,” Sky said.

“I’m not lying, little omega.”

“I don’t believe you. And if I really am an omega,” which, it was starting to seem like he was, if the wetness leaking from his hole was any indication, “and you aren’t who you say you are, I have rights. I’m protected.”

There wasn’t a shortage of omegas on Glyph, not like there was on their neighboring planet Synastry.

Birthrates were steady, and their population was fairly distributed between alphas, omegas, and betas.

No one had to fight for a mate like in the old days, and equal rights had been in effect for almost one hundred years.

On Synastry, force wasn’t just legal, it was encouraged, but not here.

“I think you’re ready for me now.” The alpha wasn’t listening to him, and Sky felt something hot and firm press against his entrance.

He must have lost his pants during the struggle, but he honestly couldn’t remember.

“You can’t do this! I have an alpha already!” Desperation made him make the false claim, and he sobbed when he felt the man at his back finally hesitate.

“Liar.”

“No, I’m telling the truth. I do!” Up until half an hour ago, Sky hadn’t even been an omega, but the man seemed to be taking him seriously, finally.

“Who?”

If this was one of the twins, or someone who was at least familiar with them, only one name would make them stop. It just so happened to be the one name Sky wished belonged to him for real. It wasn’t a hardship to say. Was in fact, maybe the easiest sentence to ever come off his tongue.

“Kian Erskine,” Sky stated boldly, catching his breath when he felt the stranger tense behind him. “Kian Erskine is my alpha. He’s not the kind of alpha who likes to share. He’s possessive. He’ll never let you get away with this. So just let me go, and I promise not to say—”

The man’s laughter cut Sky off, shocking him into silence. The sound was grating to his ears in the cramped room, the pulsing of beat music still filtering in from downstairs where the party still raged. The ringing in his ears didn’t help either, causing everything to be slightly echoey.

Presenting sucked.

This masked man sucked.

What was so funny?

“Oh, perfect little omega,” the man cooed at him. “You have no fucking idea how true a statement that is.”

Sky didn’t get the chance to ask what he meant by that. The pain as he was impaled hit him hard, the breath whooshing out of him as his unprepared hole was forced to take something far larger than he’d ever even dreamed of having inside of him.

But that wasn’t even the worst part. The pain he could handle.

The second the pleasure started to trickle in was when he lost all sense of self and came unhinged.

Sky had one brief moment to think that this must be what a heat was like, before all sense of thought was torn away, and he was left a slave to his instincts.

That night, Sky gave as good as he got, roughly fucking the stranger alpha until well into the morning. When he finally came back to his senses and stumbled home, most of the memories had burned away, a side effect of his presentation and the overstimulation of his first heat.

All that was left was a murky image of a man in a mask, and a crippling self-disgust.