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

Chapter 10

Didoka

The North Islands

Present day…

I couldn’t remember one single time I’d woke up from one of my Heats feeling so thoroughly well rested. I smiled, stretching lazily and widening my legs underneath the heavy furs covering me. Weird...I usually slept with silk sheets...strange...why did my thighs feel so sticky? Still sleepy I touched my thighs and felt them, searching, palming them until I sensed with my fingers the thick, heavy liquid between my legs. I tensed, opening my eyes and lifting  the furs away from me. I gasped when I saw my naked body, covered by the marks of huge hands that had touched me everywhere.

Between my open legs was a puddle of white c*m. Kun’s c*m. It smelt like him, it was purely his scent, altering my senses, getting me confused. My head started hurting at once while I tried to label how I was feeling. Conflicted, troubled and weirdly well rested. My body was too hyper aware of the textures of the furs, the shameful sound of c*m dripping from my body and the cramps of need still clenching my womb. 

What had happened between me and Kun? Well, apart from the obvious of course. I couldn’t remember how I ended up in this place or how long it had been since Kotani’s crowning ceremony. I focused, breathing slowly and trying to organize my scrambled thoughts. Not too many days could have passed. My Heat had been supposed to last two days so I was betting I might have woken up around midnight, or early morning of the third day after Kotani’s crowning ceremony. Kun had abducted me, taking me with him to…I had no clue where. It was hard to tell for sure.

I looked around, trying to find any clue on where the hell he had taken me. Glacial blue walls, made of ice and so tall that I couldn’t see the roof of the structure housing us in. A wide circular room with ice floors and solid snow doors that were firmly closed. There were no heavy objects of any kind that I could use as a weapon against him, not sharp objects either. I was sleeping in a messy nest, surrounded by furs that smelled like him and stared at the only two pieces of furniture in the room. A wide, gigantic bed that was weirdly inclined to the left as if it had broken, and a comfortable looking chair. Nothing else.

Fast I dressed in the silky ceremonial robe I’d been wearing two days ago. I found it by the middle of my nest, barely holding any of my scent left. It was ruined, covered by Kun’s c*m and badly crumpled, but the moment I put it on I felt a thousand times more ready to face whatever twisted game Kun had in storage for me. It served me no purpose to imagine he would not want to play with me after I’d lied and made him suffer a year ago. I’d sent him into rut-not on purpose, of course- and had fractured his trust so badly that he would never forgive me. Things had ended badly between us, I recognized that. I’d always known he would extract his vengeance on me in some twisted way, but I’d never imagined he would use my Heat so strategically. He had done both things, humiliated and kidnapped me without having to move a finger. What was even worse, I had willingly accepted to leave with him, not even fighting him, not even contradicting him.

I could regain a ludicrous amount of respect back if I negotiated my release with Kun the next time I faced him. I doubted that he was done with me. Humiliating me and taking my virginity was just the reaction that any other Alpha would have had after sniffing my Heat. He had seen me and he took me. End of story. That’s what always happened to Omegas. But Kun would want to press the wound for blood. Take more from me. Make demands, push me until he could gain some of the control he had lost back in Algunala. I just wasn’t sure how much he wanted back or what type of methods he would use against me.

Frankly, he knew all of my weaknesses. He was smart. If he really wanted he had all the means to win whatever the hell he wanted from me. It was for the best if I lowered my concessions, raised my guards and observed him until I could understand what he wanted from me. Only then I could start forming a plan to return to the Yellow Islands. I could always contact Katala and Nira. I could ask them to help me get out of whatever prison Kun had placed me in. Although, that would have to be my last  resort. I didn’t want to get my friends in trouble with their mates. Not over Kun’s vengeance either way. That was between him and me.

I pushed my hair back, grimacing when I felt the knots and the fluids covering it. Gently I managed to comb it with my fingers and hold it up, using my thick hair to keep a bun at the top of my head. I closed the red robe over my waist and walked around the room, trying to calculate how big it was. Two thousand feet wide by...I looked up, biting the nail of my thumb while thinking, trying to measure and finally...the height was impossible to calculate. It was too high to see the end of it. This place was absurdly tall. And made of ice. 

I frowned, caressing the wall of the room and trying to think about cold places around the map of the known world that were isolated and cold enough to house a castle of ice like the one Kun had created. There weren’t many places ice cold around the globe. Just two places actually. The Northern Islands or the Southern Tribal Continent. The only way to know for sure where I was would be to find the location of the sun, but I doubted that Kun would let me see the sun. I could get too much information from it and he knew I would use any important detail in my favour.

The snow walls groaned open and Kun walked in, surprising me by the opposite wall of the room, where I’d been touching the ice and trying to measure how thick it was. He stopped, running his silver eyes over my body and focusing them in the knot closing my robe. There were no expressions on his face like before. The Kun I’d know had always been smiling, widening his eyes comically, frowning...this stranger, this stranger showed nothing. He was dressed in brown leather pants and nothing else. It was hard not to stare at his muscular torso, I mean, he screamed Alpha all over. I looked away from him, not lowering my gaze, not holding his stare...just away from him. I needed the time to find some level of control. No matter how much my body seemed to like his musky scent, or the warmth of his nearness, or everything about him really.

“Take out the robe,” he ordered huskily, making me tense.

A long silence stretched between us. Angrily I looked back at him, feeling my frown knit between my eyebrows. Kun ignored me and kept on walking until he reached his chair, sitting on it and focusing those quicksilver eyes on me. Elegantly, with practiced patience he rested a foot over a knee, growing comfortably like a king at his throne. I didn’t know if his order had been a provocation or a challenge. A provocation to see how much my emotions could control me, or a challenge to see how far he could push me. I decided to take the bait. This could all be a game also and he might be only playing with me, making me over analyze everything.

With trembling hands I opened the robe, taking my time, enjoying those last moments of autonomy before letting the silky fabric fall to my feet. I took one step around the pool of red silk, facing Kun in all of my nudity and standing still. He made no effort to hide his hunger for my body. His eyes would betray him anyway. Kun wanted me. He really, really wanted me and I wondered if that was a tool or a weapon that I could use against him. Would I need to use those dirty tricks against him? Would he push me that far? And, if he did, was I strong enough to battle against him and come out the winner?

I felt my breasts turning heavier under his starving gaze. Kun could be speaking with his eyes but he remained silent, posing in predatory calm, refrained and cold like ice. We didn’t say anything. A whole year passed since the last time we had seen each other. Hell, he had f****d me and came inside of me so many times that he had made a pool of his c*m on my nest...and still we were silent. We were waiting.

My heartbeat grew so wild that I was sure he could hear it, savoring my nervousness like a well versed drinker would relish on a good glass of expensive liquor. At the end I caved, crossing my arms over my naked breasts and standing defensively against him. Kun c****d his head to a side, exploring my legs with those hungry eyes that made me blush when my n*****s hardened for him.

“I will ask this only once and you can choose to lie to me or not,” I warned him and Kun’s eyes focused on mine, not angrily, not quite so, but in his cold stare there was a clear message. One that eluded me in the middle of my courageous speech. I swallowed and told him the question that had been spiraling inside of my mind since I woke up, “What do you want from me?”

He blinked, showing no reaction to my question.

Of course. I’d warned him I would ask him only once and he hadn’t said that he would answer. The joke was on me. He could choose to answer or not to answer and I would never again regain the power to start that conversation. I would only know his intentions if he wanted me to know them. Not unless I went back on my word and asked him again. Which I wouldn’t. I would find a way to beat him at this game. I only needed patience. Lots of it.

I sighed, squaring my shoulders and facing him again.

“I need to bathe,” I informed him, squinting my eyes at him when Kun moved, now attentive, as if I’d just walked into a trap. Instinctively I took a step back. What exactly was he planning? His grey eyes had darkened, turning them feral and making me feel a shiver run down my spine. I cleared my throat, making things even clearer for him, “I reek of your scent. I want to get clean.”

“That I can give to you,” he said, rubbing his hands, studying me carefully, “There is one simple condition.”

I felt my mouth hit the floor. He was putting conditions on me if I wanted to take a bath? Was he serious? This was beyond ridiculous. Surely, he had to be joking. I felt my heart skip a beat when he clenched his jaw looking serious. He hasn’t been joking. If I wanted to take a bath I would need to accept whatever condition he had planned to tread with me. Which was hilarious, really. Kun wanted me to think I still had some control over my decisions. I didn’t have any control in this game. The entire board game had been skewed by the weight of his power over me.

“I know you,” I snapped, looking angrily at him, “you are not going to give me a choice that I’m going to like.”

At that Kun’s sensual lips curled up, just for a moment, a flash of a smile that had been as cruel as beautiful. He stared at his large hands, opting to give me some privacy before I made my mind.

“You can always stay like that,” he growled, shrugging, “My reek in your skin is a scent that I happen to like.”

“Fine,” I hissed at him, stopping Kun before he could say anything else that could make me feel even more ashamed, “what are your conditions?”

“There’s only one,” he growled, his eyes darting to my own eyes like an arrow that had hit its mark. I knew right then that I would not like whatever was about to come out of his lips. He smirked, the only real genuine gesture he had shared with me since he had walked inside the room and then he spoke, “you would only be bathed by me.”

“Are you serious?”

“Very,” he growled, nodding gravelly.

Yes, he was. I bit my lips and tried to find a way out of this conundrum. I could always stay dirty, but that wouldn’t help me. Kun would know that he could use my baths as a weapon to make me stay smelling like him in the case that’s what he really wanted. In the end I needed to be practical. I felt dirty. I wanted to feel clean. A bath sounded like a good idea to organize my next plan of action. With a resigned sigh I nodded, admitting defeat again.

“You win for now,” I told him and Kun came for me, picking me easily, almost as if I didn’t weigh enough. He shook his head to the sides in a typical Alpha display of power and looked down at me.

“No,”he growled, staring at me down the barrel of his sharp nose, “I always win.”