CURSED BY HIS SCUM: BREEDING AN OMEGA

Alina's pov I stepped out of the black SUV, the cool night air of Blackthorn Pack territory wrapping around me like a possessive lover. After four years at the human university and graduating with my literature degree, I thought I’d left this place behind. But here I was, back home with my suitcase in hand, staring up at the massive stone estate that belonged to Alpha Caleb Dale. My best friend Lila squealed and launched herself at me, tightening her arms around my neck. “Alina! f**k, you look hot as hell. College did you good, babe.” I laughed, hugging her back. Lila was the same, she still had her wild blonde curls, her mischievous green eyes, and that unfiltered mouth I’d missed. “Missed you too, you crazy bitch.” I felt a burning stare over her shoulder, Alpha Caleb was at the top of the wide steps, his arms crossed over his broad chest. Forty-eight years old and built like a goddamn weapon. He was tall and muscular, scarred from battles I’d only heard stories about. His silver eyes locked onto me. He wasn’t smiling. He never really smiled much, not since I was a kid tagging along with Lila. Back then he was just “Uncle Caleb,” the intimidating but protective father figure who kept the pack safe. Now? He was something different. The way his gaze dragged slowly over the curve of my breasts straining against my sweater, to the dip of my waist, then the swell of my hips in tight jeans made heat crawl up my spine. “Welcome home, Alina,” his deep voice rumbled vibrating straight between my thighs. 'What the f**k is wrong with me? He’s Lila’s dad. He's practically family.' I swallowed hard. “Thank you, Alpha.” The formal title felt strange on my tongue. He’d always told me to call him Caleb when I was younger. Now it seems… safer to keep distance. The welcome feast was loud and rowdy, packed with pack members clapping me on the back and commenting on how much I’d filled out. I sat between Lila and Caleb at the head table. His thigh brushed mine under the heavy oak. Every time it happened, a spark shot through me. My skin felt too tight making my n*****s harden against my bra, I cursed internally.But the longer the night went on, the hotter I felt. A low ache bloomed low in my belly. My p***y throbbed slowly, and I shifted in my seat, pressing my thighs together. Caleb's nostrils flared slightly, like he could smell it. The thought of him smelling my wetness made my cheeks burn. After dinner, Lila dragged me upstairs to the guest wing. “Your room’s all ready. Right down the hall from Dad’s. He insisted.” I raised an eyebrow. “Insisted?” She winked. “You know how protective he is, especially with you.” I unpacked slowly, trying to ignore the growing restlessness in my body. The air on my skin tingled. I stripped down to a thin tank top and panties, standing in front of the full-length mirror. My reflection stared back at me; long dark hair, full lips, curves that had definitely developed since I left. My breasts looked heavier but my n*****s were visibly stiff. Between my legs, a wet spot was already forming on the silk. “Get it together, Alina,” I muttered. “You’re just tired from the trip.” But sleep wouldn’t come. I tossed and turned, the sheets tangling around my legs. The ache between my legs deepened. My c**t pulsed with every heartbeat. I squeezed my thighs again, biting my lip to hold back a whimper. Filthy images flashed through my mind uninvited. I thought of Caleb's big hands pinning me down while his thick c**k stretched me open, muttering gravelly into my ears with a growl “Take Daddy’s c**k like a good little omega.” I shot up in bed, horrified. 'Daddy?' Where the f**k did that come from? A sharp knock on the door made me jump. “Alina?” Caleb's rough, strained voice came, “You alright in there? I heard… sounds.” My heart hammered. I pulled the sheet up to my chest and called out, “I’m fine! Just… adjusting.” The door opened anyway. He filled the frame, wearing only low-slung black sweatpants. His chest was bare, his carved muscles were covered in old scars and dark tattoos. A trail of hair disappeared beneath the waistband, drawing my eyes down to the obvious, heavy bulge pressing against the fabric. He was half-hard, even though he wasn't fully hard, it looked thick and intimidating. Caleb's silver eyes darkened as they raked over me. “You’re sweating. And your scent…” He inhaled deeply, a low growl vibrating in his throat. “f**k, little one. What have you done to yourself?” I cluand tched the sheet tighter. “I don’t know what’s happening. I feel… hot and restless. It started after dinner.” He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. The click of the lock sounded deafening. “That’s because the curse recognized you the second you crossed the border.” “Curse?” My voice came out breathy. My p***y clenched around nothing, soaking my panties further. I could smell the sweet omega slick arousal in my pants. Caleb moved closer, towering over the bed. His presence was suffocating and delicious. “The old blood curse. It chose you years ago, Alina. You’re the Cursed Omega...my cursed Omega. Your body was made to take my c*m. To be bred and serve as my personal f**k-slut whenever the Void Rut demands it.” My mind reeled even as fresh heat flooded between my legs. “You’re lying. This is insane. Lila’s my best friend and.....you’re her father...” “And you’ve been dripping for me since the moment you stepped out of that car,” he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. He leaned down, bracing one massive hand on the headboard above me. His dark spice scent and raw alpha musk flooded my senses. “I’ve waited and watched you grow into this perfect, fertile body. Now the curse is awake, and it wants me to claim what’s mine.” I should have screamed or ran, instead, I whimpered softly as another wave of heat crashed through me, making my c**t throb painfully. My n*****s ached to be touched, sucked and bitten by him. Caleb's eyes flicked down to my chest, then lower, where the sheet had slipped to reveal my soaked panties. “Look at that pretty cunt weeping already. So eager to be filled with Daddy’s thick c**k and pumped full of cum.” My breath hitched. Those vulgar words should have disgusted me but they didn’t, if anything, it made me wetter. “This can’t be real,” I whispered, even as my hips shifted restlessly under the sheet. “It’s very real, Alina.” His hand hovered near my thigh, not quite touching, just teasing me. “You’re going to be my good little breeding slave. Night after night. I will stuff you and knot in you. I'm going to own you.” The blood moon outside the window cast red light across his face, highlighting the feral hunger in his eyes. My body screamed for him. My mind screamed in confusion and forbidden excitement. And just as the heat spiked higher, threatening to drag me under completely, Caleb straightened, clenching his jaw tightly. “Fight it tonight if you can,” he growled, turning toward the door. “But tomorrow… tomorrow I won’t hold back.” He left me there, panting, aching, soaked, and terrified of how badly I already wanted him to break that promise.