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“Hurt her?” Abaddon asks in mock surprise and indignation. “No, boy. You misunderstand. You are the one who will be hurt, and very badly at that. I will teach all three of you Alphas the meaning of pain.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Baen growls.
A disgusting smirk twists Abaddon’s lips as he stares down out as.
“Once her transformation is complete, the omega will go into heat. You three Alphas will have no choice but to claim her. To fuck her. To mark her. Your souls will be bound.”
I look around at the hundreds of bestial Farlander eyes now staring through the bars of the domed cage and shiver in repulsion.
Are these things, these Farlanders, going to watch us do what Abaddon just described?
“And once you have been thoroughly bound,” Abaddon continues, “then I will kill your bound omega. I will scar your souls the way mine has been scarred. I will teach you the true meaning of pain. Only then will you understand.”
Fear cascades down my spine like icy water.
“You’re sick, Abaddon,” Tal says.
In a sudden, violent outburst, Abaddon flings himself at the outside of the cage, clawing the rusted iron and pressing his face between the bars. His already hideous features twist into a mask of pure pain and hatred.
“I’m sick?” He shrieks, his voice cracking. “I’m sick? No! It’s the Source that’s sick! The Source is what made me what I am! The Source is the cause of all my pain! I wish the Source had never come into existence! I would destroy it if I could!”
I’m shocked to see tears streaming from his eyes and wetting his creased features. The tears leaking from his dead eye are tinted pink with blood.
Abaddon draws back.
“But I cannot destroy the Source, so I will settle instead for teaching you the meaning of loss and pain. Come tomorrow’s dawn, you will have been bound to this female. Then…then you will learn how I feel.”
“No,” I mutter shaking my head.
“Yes,” Abaddon snarls. “The change is already beginning.”
He’s right. Even in just the last minute, the low, soft fluttering in my belly has ramped up in intensity. Now a sudden cramp of desire squeezes my insides, doubling me over with pain and need.
“No…”
CHAPTER 19: CANARIS
The female’s body curls in on itself and she groans with pain. A moment later, a spasm unfurls her body again, flinging her backward into me. I catch her—saving her from falling into the mud. When her head tilts back, I am met with a pair of eyes dilated to near total blackness.
The female is going into heat.
Already, the scent of her need is spilling from every pore, enveloping me like a cloud. It wafts from every crevice and recess of her body—from the hollow of her throat, her armpits, and the dripping cleft between her soft and trembling thighs. It is a scent both wild and sweet like raw honey. I have no choice but to drink it in. The pheromone-laced oxygen streams into my lungs and courses through my veins. With two beats of my heart, my cock is rigid with arousal and drooling precum into the mud.
Source this omega is delicious. Better than anything I’ve ever smelled before.
The youngster, Baen, is at her side in a flash, white teeth bared in jealousy at my touching her. Her scent hits him too, and his growl of aggression transitions into a groan of desire. His cock lifts with his excitement.
“Source,” he grunts as he loses himself in her aroma.
Her naked, mud-slathered body twists and writhes in our arms as spasms of need pulse through her muscles.
Meanwhile, the bigger Alpha, Tal, rushes toward the side of the cage and slams his arm between the bars. He reaches for the orange bottle of pills. No matter how he strains, however, the bottle remains a millimeter out of his reach.
I do not understand completely, but it seems that those pills are some kind of medicine that temporarily counteracts the pull of the Source. It has kept this Hines from changing into an omega. Until now.
But Tal is the largest Alpha in this cage. He has the longest reach by far. If he cannot reach the bottle, then none of us can.
Part of me is glad for that.
