4. The Beast
The Beast
EMERALD
W iping the blood of another Alpha from my chin, I pant, heat still bubbling madly in me.
The wind passes over me, unable to carry my scent, but for some reason… I still feel fear and anxiety. Even at night in the cave, even though I find some reprieve from the plant, I can tell the fire will not die in me until I get the real thing… an Alpha… Fuck!
I look down at my shaking hands and double over as fire licks at me from the inside, causing me to double over and collapse near the body I’d taken, panting, dazed.
The fever writhes in my belly like a snake, but I stand and drag myself, using the rope I’d made to pull the body toward my cave where I drop it off, heaving.
I want to rest… but the stench of the Alphas on me is maddening. I smell like fucking wet dog! I want it off… even for a little bit. Maybe this method of keeping Alphas away isn’t popular because it’s making my heat hotter, having to contend with body being beat up by pheromones.
I wheeze, stumbling over to the rushing water not far from where the cave is, and I’m so fucking thankful when I find a small river.
I don’t even think… I dive in without a second of hesitation.
But by the Source, I need this. However, not to be caught slacking, I keep my homemade weapons near and at hand.
I used some magic to harden leaves into an outfit that looks almost like the dress belonging to Tinkerbell, setting them nearby so I can quickly change when I need to. You got this, Emerald. One day down… six more to g ? —
BWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! The sound of the second horn blowing grates on my ears and I look at the sky groaning at the rain still coming down… shit…
The wind stills and the leaves stop rustling. The river stops moving, and the fish scatter, only leaving the sound of the light rainfall, which ominously turns into a pure downpour…
Something is here.
Quickly and as quietly as I can, I try to put on my clothes, but something akin to fire overwhelms my body .
I have never had a heat so wild and ferocious that I feel as if I’m going to combust. I gasp for air, or at least I try, when the hairs on my arms rise.
Before I can even hear the crunch of leaves or quiet my breathing, my hammering heart beats so loud in my ears it sounds as if the forest itself is pulsing.
With what little strength I have, I quietly go to my knees then on my belly, shaking, and crawling until I find tree to hide behind…
trying to calm down, but fuck calming down.
My body won’t even listen to me. I grow short of breath and out of my mind.
I slowly… ever so mother fucking slowly turn, only to have my heart leap out of my body with paralyzing fear.
It … whatever the fuck it is stands on two legs just beyond the mist, enormous eyes glowing red in the moonlight unlike any fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
It looks like a monster summoned by my fear.
Its hair is wild, black and curling at the ends, defying the rain as its fiercely large and sharp teeth bathe in blood.
Its massive body stands well over what has to be seven feet tall, easily eclipsing my short five-foot-two frame.
Hell, its legs alone seem to take up my body! Run!
I’m paralyzed when I smell him. It hits me before I even realize I’m breathing it in, thick, and smoky, like embers burning low beneath ancient cedar and dark oak. The air hums with it, warm and rich, spiced with something raw… masculine… dangerous .
It coils around me, slides beneath my skin, in my pussy, and fucks me nastily without even being near him. I bite my lip as the velvet smoke and heat sink deeper into my pussy, licking my insides, causing every breath to hitch.
By the Source, it’s not just a scent… it’s a touch.
A command. My knees weaken even though I’m already on the fucking ground as my pulse thuds in my throat, and my belly growls for more.
I swallow hard, but it’s useless. The smoke owns the air.
Owns me. And the worst part? I want more.
I want to drown in it. I want to fall to my knees and rise my ass in the air like the bitch in heat I am and let that thing…
whatever these pheromones are attached to, fuck me to its heart’s content, and then beg it to fuck me more… deeper and rougher next time…
It’s hunger and possession. A real Alpha… I will myself to move but I can’t stop hyperventilating as my body grows unwillingly hotter, heart beating in my throat, ears, and pussy…
Something that might as well be lava spills from me, and I hear a long, earth-shattering growl that I feel deep, deep, DEEP inside my being and my pussy.
“Mmmm, yu smell like yu belong to me, ” he growls, voice thick with something primal, ancient, and terrifying.
The possessiveness in his voice causes me to scratch at my throat that wants to call out to that…
that… thing. My hands that want to reach out to it and fight freeze.
I squeeze my legs tight, prayerfully masking my scent that has blossomed in his feral presence .
I wheeze, delirious, head spinning, eyes running to the back of my head, nipples hardening as they’re licked by the rain.
“I… I w-will never give myself t-to an Alpha!” I grit out, terror-stricken, but I won’t fucking bow down!
“Litt’l Omega… who said anyt’in’ about givin’? I’m goin’ tu feck the heat righ’ out o’ that pussy, an’ t’en an’ only t’en will yu know… yu were powerless from the moment I caught whiff o’ yu,” it growls.
Something I have never felt before simmers and simpers at this beast, and the desire flooding my body betrays my very will.
The book warned there will be Alphas who are more like betas…
like the ones I killed earlier, but then there will be some where you can feel their aura like a sun boiling your blood.
I remember reading that and frowning, not understanding when it said there is only one thing you as an Omega can do against those types of Alphas…
I remember flipping the pages and only seeing one bold word as a stark warning…
RUN!
And that’s what the fuck I do. The ground shakes when it lets out a nasty, calamitous howl in the air .
“RUN LITT’L OMEGA!… I LOVE A GUD HUNT.”
My legs go weak, but I pick myself up and will myself to run faster. Fuck… I’ll never let it catch me.
NEVER!