The Omega Game

Chapter 2

Leukos

    I was ready for the Wolf when he entered the tent. My long brown hair had been brushed and oiled. My skin massaged with milk and honey. My blue eyes had been painted in kohl.  I’d asked my Beta maids to dress me in the simplest stola and veil. It was white and devoid of rich designs. The clothes a simple woman would wear. And no perfume. I wanted him to scent me. To scent an Omega.

    The Wolf walked inside the tent covered in blood. He was a couple of heads taller than me and much, much powerful. Strong and muscular. Tanned skin that was unmarred to this day even if he had warred for many, many years. I’ve heard that Maccana soldiers were proud of not having scars. That they were dishonored if they let any other man scar them during battle. Staring at the Wolf’s unblemished skin I started to believe in those stories. 

    The contrast between us was laughable. He was the strongest of the Alphas. Larger than life. A legend. I was one of the last true Omegas in existence. Tiny and small. Breakable. A treasured girl that had never been kissed, had never been touched. When he looked down at me I looked into his eyes and held unto those black irises.

    The Wolf spoke in the Maccana tongue and I shook my head. I didn't understand that infernal language. A fault I’d grantly resented over the last days but not something I couldn’t fix in due time. The Wolf’s started to take off his gladiator kilt while he looked at me, his eyes unforgiving, black, voidless. 

    Once he was naked he opened a huge arm of his and in a fast movement grabbed me by the back of my neck. He pushed me down on my knees, until I was perfectly lined to his large, hard c**k and barked one simple order. I didn’t need to know the Maccana tongue to know what he wanted from me. I laughed then and he tensed, turning still.

    “You really think I will suck your c**k and let you f**k me like the rest of the women in your harem?” I smirked and looked up at him, tensing my spine and squaring my shoulders. I pushed away from him then and took a couple of steps back, “I’m not a whore.”

    There was silence and then there was coldness. The Wolf tilted his head to a side, regarding me with smart, black eyes. He studied my eyes, the only feature of my face that wasn’t covered by a veil, for a long time. I    stared back defiantly. 

    “You are whatever I say you are,” said the Wolf in the common tongue. His accent was polished and perfectly shaped, like a weapon he had mastered a long time ago. I knew one thing right then. The Wolf for being an Alpha was smart. He wasn’t just muscle and brawn. Behind those dark eyes was a tactician with much more experience in strategic games than me. I needed to be even more careful than what I’d previously thought.

     He walked to the golden basin and the rich water pitches that were stationed at the end of the tent and started washing the blood off his skin. Not his own blood, unfortunately. When he spoke again he didn’t look my way, as if I wasn’t important enough to be looked at, “your days as a princess are over. You are just an Omega now. Nothing more.”

    “An unmated Omega,” I said, challenging him and he growled back at me.

    “Not for long.”

    “An Alpha can’t impregnate an unmated Omega,” I said slowly, walking to the main pillar that supported the tent and resting a shoulder against it, “and for what I’ve heard and read is the Omega who decides which Alpha is her true mate. I’m the only one who can start the mating bond and you know that.”

    There was silence for a moment and then he turned around, strong and virile in his nudity. His c**k was as hard as the pillar I was resting on. My eyes landed on the hard shaft and then looked away, feeling the blush rising on my cheeks. I’ve never been this close to a naked man. To a naked Alpha. But I couldn’t let him know how innocent and untouched I was. I needed to look strong. Cultured.

    “Your Heat is close enough, I can smell it on you,” he sniffed the air and smiled, the gesture wolfish, hungry and animalistic, “I can wait until then princess and you will come to me. There’s no Alpha who will defy me for the right to mate you. I will wait as long as it takes. I’m patient. And as you said before, there’s a harem waiting for me and plenty of willing women to take my pick.”

    I smirked, crossing my arms and ignoring the hurt at having him calling me princess as an insult. Until just hours ago I was princess Leukos, the adored daughter of King Lakar and Queen Fora from the island of Laikos. And now I was just a womb. I smiled and looked him in the eyes. Even if I was just a womb to him I was a precious one. The Wolf knew this. 

    If he ever wanted a true Alpha heir then he needed me. Omegas were not that common nowadays and an Omega like me, born from an Alpha and an Omega were too unique to depreciate. The Wolf had fought for the honor of claiming me. He had traveled all the way from the Dark Desert to our little island of Laikos to have me. I knew that deep down he needed me more than I needed him. If he wanted strong heirs, that was.

    I braced myself to the pillar and looked away from him. 

    “My Heat is close, yes,” I admitted and even if I wasn’t looking at him I knew I had his full attention. My Heat took two weeks to end, a long time even for true Omegas standards. In the past I’ve suffered every single one of my Heats in seclusion, bumping pillows and touching myself in delirium. In that madness I’ve taught myself to control myself and never needed an Alpha. I didn’t need an Alpha to pass my Heats and sure enough I didn’t need the Wolf. I smiled again and looked at him, “I’ve never taken an Alpha during my Heats, did you know that?”

    The Wolf was quiet, his c**k bobbed and throbbed against his hard abs. I never looked away from his eyes. His jaw ticked and he lifted a dark eyebrow at me.

    “Do you seriously expect me to believe this, princess?”

    “I don’t expect anything from you. But you can expect something from me. I will always be honest,” I said to him and it was his turn to smirk.

    “What good is your honesty to me?” he asked with contempt, folding one of his large, muscular arms and picking a soft fur to dry himself. I shrugged and he followed the move with intense, smart eyes.

    “I will always tell you the truth regardless,” I blinked then and pointed a finger at him, “Right now I hate you. But that will change over time.”

    “And why is that?” he asked, his tone amused, his frown distrusting.

    “Hate will only drive me to plot your death. I will try to kill you and I will fail like many others before me,” the Wolf stopped and regarded me with a cold expression that revealed nothing. My threat could have been a comment about the weather and he would have reacted the same. That’s how harmless I was to him.  I sighed and then looked away from him, “Hating you is too easy.”

    “Easy for you or for me, princess?” His insult made me shrug again.

    “It’s easy. That’s why I can’t hate you. That’s why I have to love you,” I informed him and the Wolf did a retake, staring at me with a frown.

    “What?” he asked after a beat. I smiled. He had already picked the bait. The game was still on.

    “Something tells me that many hate you but not many can love you. I will love you if you love me back,” I smiled then, “And for me to love you I will have to know you. If you want my love then give me your name. Your true name. Only then I will give you myself. Only then I will start to love you.”