The Omega Secret (Book Four of the Omega Game Series)

Chapter 14

Didoka

The North Islands

Present day…

“I need some time to think…” I started saying and Kun shook his head slowly, moving a step closer. I moved a step back while my heart started beating hard on my chest. The library was starting to smell like my fear and I hated myself for it. For being weak. For giving him so much insight on how he was making me feel. In contrast his scent turned spicier, colored by his arousal, by how much it pleased him to scent my fear. Alphas were predators, they enjoyed scenting fear in their Omegas. It made them chase us down harder, and turned the entire hunt more pleasurable for their dominant instinct.

“No, you have already made me wait a long time. What is it going to be, princess? Are you going home or are you staying?” It didn't escape me the fact his fangs seemed to shine hungrily right at the end of his question. I opened my mouth and then closed it fast, not sure what to say. I needed to think and I couldn’t when I was surrounded by his strong Alpha scent.

I had to find the right angle in this discussion. I knew I wanted to stay. Finding the Neutralizer was a paramount necessity to win this war. I wanted to help my friends. Hell, I wanted to help the entire world. Mourna was the God of Death. His power was infinite and his madness mounting every single day over acts full of cruelty and abominable hits. Changing Alphas and turning them into monsters was only the beginning. Mourna would not stop at nothing to get Katala back, the Queen of Spirits, the one creature he had created to possess and hurt centuries ago. Staying was the right choice. The only choice really.

The risk was too high though. If I stayed, Kun would claim me over and over. I would be used like a w***e, paying with my body to have access to all the books he owned. That would take a cost on me. If not in my soul. It was unfair but it was also an opportunity. I tensed, just remembering a simple fact. My body was still regulating itself to all the Heats cycles I skipped. I’ve read it before, it took an entire year to regulate an Omega’s Heat after being cut artificially through herbs or potions.

  “An Omega can suffer immensely if she autoregulates her Heats. She could end up feeling intense periods of Heats, pain, fatigue, weight loss and insomnia. It is advised in these cases to pair the Omega with a strong Alpha that could knot her repeatedly. Only after an entire year of receiving a strong knot would the Omega in question be capable of returning to more natural Heats…”

My last Heat lasted two days. If I spend three days without symptoms that would mean three days of Heat would follow. The number of days would keep increasing, regulating themselves until I finally override the long year I’d spend without experiencing Heats. I had two options. I could spend my Heats back at home, without being able to research about the Neutralizer...or I could spend them with Kun. He had said it himself. Who said Kun was the only one who had to win something from this entire situation? I could use him too. He would take care of me like an Alpha was supposed to take care of an Omega. What was even more reassuring was that he would not have an option either. My Heat triggered his rut and he would have no choice but to tend to my needs. It was a shift in power. The knowledge that I will have some level of control made me relax my shoulders a bit. 

I didn’t dare to smile like I was so blatantly doing inside. Kun thought that he could control every aspect of our relationship? Ha! Wait until he scented my Heat returning in two days when he didn’t expect it at all. Armed with my counterattack and my little secret I looked around the library, already savoring the fact it will be mine for however long it took me to find the Neutralizer. Taking a deep breath I searched his eyes, which hadn’t stopped studying me like a falcon about to trap its victim.

“I will stay,” I said, loud and clear, squaring my shoulders back and regarding him with all the coldness I learned to give back to my enemies since I was a little girl, “ But I want full access to this library. There’s not a single book, page, map or scroll in this place that would be denied to me.”

“This,” growled Kun, waving a strong, calloused hand to the floors above us, “it’s all yours. Now, say it. I want to hear the words.”

I knew what words he wanted to hear. They were condemning words. Words that would weigh heavy on my shoulders for the entire time I would stay in this place, under his control, at his expense. Those words would be my end… and his. It all depended on who would have power over the other one once this game ended. A game of secrets and manipulation. A game of power.

My body was tense, my fists were hard at both sides of my hips when I finally sighed, letting it all go. There was strength in my weakness and there was hope in this defeat. This was not the end of the battle. This was just the beginning. I opened my mouth to say those words he wanted to hear but Kun stopped me. He vanished out of thin air and appeared right in front of me, towering over my smaller frame with ease. His scent was now spicier than before, muskier, all Alpha. When I looked up at his face I found his features sharp and darkened, his focus on me unbreakable. I started breathing hard, my chest pushing fast against the shirt he had given me.

“Say it on your knees, Omega,” he growled, angrily and happier than he had ever been in my presence, “I will only accept your words if you say it on your knees.”

It took all of my pride to look him in the eyes and push my body down. First one knee and then the other. The utter silence echoing in the room seemed to augmentate the soft sound of my knees hitting the floor. Holding scorching tears I opened my mouth and said exactly what he wanted to hear.

“I’m yours, Kun son of the Wolf,” I’d never said truest words. I’d never hurt myself as much as in that very instance. The moment I was done accepting my fate there was a shift in the air, as if the world had stopped moving and time ceased to exist. Kun growled so loud that the entire palace vibrated under his powerful call. I whimpered, helpless and vulnerable, hating the way my body responded to his Alpha call by pooling slick between the junctures of my legs. It was so very shameful and humiliating. And still I couldn’t help it. My channel started pulsing, and sweat covered my back in nervous anticipation of what he had in store for me. His growl ended and softly, dangerously softly, Kun pushed a finger under my chin and lifted my face until our eyes connected.

“Before we start with your first punishment I want to know one thing,” his long finger traced the curve of my cheek and then the line of my jaw, “why do you deserve to be punished, princess?”

I started looking around, not sure what to say. Kun moved fast, holding my hair in a tight fist and pulling at my roots. He growled again, showing me his pointed fangs while he made me watch him. Hoarsely his voice made way through the growl stuck in his throat, “you deserve this punishment, why?”

“I...I don’t…''my voice thinned into a whisper when Kun started pulling at the straps of his pants. Oh Gods, what was he going to make me do? My eyes widened when Kun pushed his barbaric c**k out of his pants and started pumping it. Up and down. His thumb was following the thick vein marking his brutally big c**k. Up close it looked even bigger than what I remembered. I had no idea how that monster had been inside of me, but I knew my Heat had helped me deal with the imposing size of his c**k. Now that my mind was fully in charge I was having a hard time watching it. I was even more scared of it breaking me in two if he tried to take me. In disbelief I felt my p***y grow even wetter the longer I looked at it. My body wanted it and the cruel Alpha knew it. His nostrils flared, scenting my arousal, but his grip in my hair just tightened, making me gasp in pain.

“Tell me why I’m punishing you,” he roared, shaking me gently but even when he was gentle his strength was ten times more powerful than me. I grinded my molars, trying to fight his hold on me and failing miserably. My hands couldn’t reach his arms and he wasn’t pulling me away, all the contrary, he was pushing me closer, my knees sliding over the floor easily, “One last chance, princess. Tell me why you deserve this.”

“I don’t know!” He growled then and covering the back of my head made me move fast. His fingers touched the pressure points of my jaw, forcing me to open my mouth a moment before jamming his c**k through my lips. The silent scream at the back of my throat was muffled against his imposing girth. I tried to move back but Kun just pushed me deeper, making me take half of himself inside my mouth. I couldn’t take all of him, it was impossible. Still he hit the back of my throat until my eyes watered and I couldn’t breathe. Only when I was at the verge of fainting did he pushed back, letting me breath and cough, trying to feed air into my burning lungs. I only had enough time to take one deep breath and Kun was back on me, taking me hard, by my nape and pushing his c**k inside of my mouth again. This time he moved deeper, pumping his c**k harshly, abusing my mouth in a well practiced dance. 

Through my eyelashes I saw him. His face was perfectly defined, in control, as if he were writing a letter or reading a book. But his c**k was a completely different story. It was ravaging my mouth. Stretching my lips wide and using my tongue to slip deeper and deeper. His hips started moving faster, the tempo a terrible rhythm of rage. He never gave me the opportunity to breathe again. Just when I thought I was going to faint, Kun reached back, covering his c**k with a firm hand and jerking himself hard. Once, twice before spilling his c*m all over my face. 

The worst part of his punishment wasn’t the fact I was feeling at my lowest. Nor the fact he had taken from me and used me like he could have used any w***e at any time. The worst, most disgusting fact, the one thing that made me feel like scum, was that I wanted his c**k even more than before. I couldn’t even look away from it, still twitching, majestically hard even in the last throes of his climax and dripping a pearly drop of his come at the very tip. A moan escaped my mouth and his c**k answered at once, bobbing in attention and fully erect. 

It was then that Kun pushed me away from him, as if I was an afterthought, something to be discarded after being used. He didn’t bother fixing his pants. In silence he took his shirt off and threw it at me on his way out.

“Clean yourself,” he ordered at me over his shoulder, taking long strides while walking to the wall that moved at once for him. Almost at the hall Kun turned around one last time and watched me. His eyes had returned to his dark silver tone and were now watching me coldly from afar. Then he waved a hand around us, pointing at the library, “Enjoy your new prison, princess. At least this time you didn’t have to shave your head to get what you want so badly, “he shrugged, the movement one of detachment, “If I were you I will take what I can while it’s offered. This was always going to be your fate, one way or the other. I will return shortly.”

And with that threat hanging between us Kun disappeared, leaving me alone, in what he had so perfectly called my prison.