Omega's Gamble on Alphas

CHAPTER 3

Gaille saw there was another mark on the other side too.

Two marks. Two mates.

Gaille shivered. She knew she should leave, but something wouldn’t let her.

On stage, n***d Red Riding Hood was climbing into the bed, much to the delight of the crowd. She pulled back the top edge of the quilt, revealing the wolfskin address the alpha was wearing.

“Oh my, Granny, what thick fur you have!”

“It's better to keep you warm, little lady.”

She pulled the quilt back even more, revealing the alpha’s upper body, including the gold of his alpha sign, and Gaille caught herself wondering where on his body Tanner McBain wore his sign. She quickly pushed the thought from her mind.

“Oh my, Granny,” Red Riding Hood said.

“What big muscles you have!”

“The better to embrace you with, little lady.”

The alpha wrapped his arms around Red Riding Hood’s n***d body and pulled her close, crushing her bare breasts against his chest. Meanwhile, lower down, something was tenting the covers.

Red Riding Hood pulled back the fabric to reveal the alpha’s lower body. His fur loincloth was gone, and his erect manhood was jutting straight up in the air, huge and throbbing and red. Something fluttered deep within Gaille’s core.

“Granny!” Red Riding Hood cried. “What a bigcock you have!

“That’s right, little lady! The better to f**k you with!”

The crowd erupted as the alpha flipped the woman onto her back and mounted her. She cried out for help and made a big show of fighting him off, but as his enormous member gradually disappeared into her body, her shouts of terror gave way to moans of pleasure that did not seem entirely theatrical.

Gaille watched in amazement, unable to drag her eyes away from the stage. She had heard rumors about the shows that took place here in Rosie’s theater, but she had not expected this. She could scarcely believe that she was watching it.

And with an alpha sitting right beside her.

Arousal throbbed between her legs. It had never completely gone away while she was in Tanner McBain’s presence, but now it was growing, spreading. She needed to leave, yet her butt was welded to her seat.

Suddenly, a loud bang echoed through the theater, like the sound of metal striking wood.

A second bang soon followed, then a third. A section of the backdrop exploded outward in a shower of splinters and a puff of white smoke. The crowd gasped and shouted in surprise.

A man stepped through the drifting plumes of smoke. He was dressed like a woodsman, with suspenders, a flannel shirt, and a dense black beard. One of his huge fists clenched the heel of an ax. He was every bit as tall and brawny as the wolf-man, and there was no question in Gaille’s mind that he was also an alpha—and the omega’s other mate.

“My poor girl!” he bellowed. “I heard your cries for help!”

With a snarl, the wolf-man leaped off the bed and flew at the intruder.

The woodsman swung his ax, but the wolf-man caught it, and the two huge alphas struggled with each other in a test of strength. The crowd went wild, some men cheering for the woodsman, others for the wolf.

Then a shrill howl brought the theater to silence.

On stage, both alphas stopped wrestling and turned toward the source of the sound—the n***d omega kneeling on the bed. She tossed back her head and howled again like a coyote in heat, then she fixed her hungry gaze on the woodsman.

“My good sir,” Red Riding Hood said. “You misunderstood what kind of help I was begging for. Now you two stop fighting over me and get in bed. There’s more than enough for both of you.”

The huntsman dropped his ax to the stage, and with a savage roar, he tore away his clothing, revealing a member that was every bit as long and hard as the wolfman’s.

If the first part of the show had shocked Gaille, what happened next left her completely mortified. She watched in disbelief as the two alphas climbed onto the bed and claimed their omega at the same time, penetrating her from both ends like an animal impaled on a spit for roasting. It was awful, barbaric… but she couldn’t look away.

She seemed to lose all sense of time as she watched the debauchery play out.

Then she heard Tanner McBain’s voice whispering beside her, soft and deep and full of hunger.

“My third and final term, Miss Duffy: When the job is done, and we get back to Lamentation with our firestone, me and Logan get to have you for one night. We get to share you the way those alphas are sharing that omega on stage.”

SMACK!

The woman’s hand-rolled so fast that Tanner McBain didn’t even see it. He sure as hell felt it, though. Her palm attacked his cheek with a surprising amount of force—enough to turn his head halfway around—and when he veered around it back again, the seat beside him was already empty.

Gaille Duffy proceeded.

Tanner swelled out of his chair and surged to the door at the back of the theater box, which was now being located open. He stepped out into the dimly lit hallway.

The Duffy woman was already a good ten paces down the passageway, her boots stomping across the wooden floor, her dark hair streaming out from beneath her weatherbeaten cowboy hat like a flag of black silk.

Tanner could have caught up with her easily enough. As an alpha, he was sharper than just about anything, except maybe a snake man. He considered operating after the woman, apologizing to her, and persuading her to come back to the theater box with him to talk.

But he didn’t do any of those things.

Tanner McBain wasn’t the type of man who went hunting after women. If anything, it was the additional way around.

He attended to her go, loving the way her long hair shone in the dim glow of the oil lamps as she passed—and loathing the way her long duster hid her buttocks from his eyes.