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

Chapter 15

Kun

The North Islands

Present day…

She had taken more than enough. I was a monster but I wasn’t entirely cruel either. I have walked away before I could take more than she could give. Her scent had bloomed from a light wanting to a full blown arousal the harder I made her suck me. Who would have thought? The wise, educated princess Aldidokala liked it hard. I already knew that. During her Heat she had come for the longest time whenever I f****d her hard, not giving her a pause, hamming her tight p***y so deep that tears formed in her eyes. The poor thing liked it the most when it hurt her and I wanted to give it to her so bad...but, first things first.

The princess needed a reprieve. It was wise to give your enemy time to regroup and make a fort, just for the victory to taste sweeter when you conquered them all over again. I was already too excited with my new toy. All I wanted was to go back to Didoka and take her hard, in fours, with her sweet rounded ass in the air. I was never a patient child. I was even worse at sharing. Just ask my brothers, who had been equally selfish with their own toys. And that was the exact reason why I needed to enjoy Didoka slowly. Give her time to get in control of herself, give her a semblance of her old self, before destroying her over and over again. The thing about vengeance was that it could never be in control of your acts. One needed to be in control of that b***h. The transaction was more or less one between equals and for vengeance to be your equal you needed to think three moves ahead of your enemy.

Now that Didoka was mine I was going to enjoy my time breaking down her defenses. It had already been so sweet to see her bending the knee for me. Watching me with those slanted yellow eyes full of tears while I stuffed her mouth with my c**k. She had looked so beautifully broken, so delicate and vulnerable. And I wanted to corrupt her even worse. I wanted to take and take from her until there was nothing left. I wanted all of her. I wanted her so badly that once I was done with her she would be so dependent on my c**k and my touch that she would stay in her prison even if I opened all the doors for her to leave. 

Yes, that sounded like a wonderful idea. Smiling, I made my way to the large studio I created for me at the end of the hall. I could hear Didoka through the ice walls. She had been crying before but now she had composed herself, maybe telling herself all those lies she wanted to believe so bad. That I would not break her, which I would. That she was smarter than her emotions probably, and that she would be more in control of herself next time around. Which of course she wouldn’t. I wouldn’t give her enough time to see me coming. My c**k was already hard again, I hadn’t stopped being hard around Didoka, not for a moment. All it took was thinking of materializing behind her back, bending her over and finding heaven in that little cunt of hers.

I walked to the end of the large room and sat at the lonely chair near the large chimney made of rocks. The chimney was wide and spacious, the only part of my entire palace not made of ice. It had been a gift, one that I hadn’t been able to refuse. No matter how many times I tried to make my thick headed brother try to understand I didn’t need this medium to see him wherever I wanted, he had given it to me regardless. I sat there enjoying the solitude while it lasted. This time around I had Didoka’s sounds making me company. She was now trying to reach a book on her tiptoes. I had half a mind to materialize back in the library and push the book her way but just then a large bird made of black smoke entered through the open window to my right.

Large wings covered the space in darkness, bringing with it the scent of the Gilmesh Forest and a moonless night. I could also scent Katala’s sweetness interlaced with the musk of the Alpha who shared my same blood. The room turned even darker, covered by the thick shadows of the God of Darkness.

About the same time the dead wood at the inner hearth started burning, producing a soft gray smoke before turning on fire. Red flames opened like a firestorm, reaching taller and taller until the silhouette of Aros was highlighted by the bluish flecks of the hottest fire. Blue eyes looked at me first and then to Noctis, who was still covered in his thick shadows and maintained his bird form.

“Well?” asked Aros, the most impatient Alpha of the three of us. He started moving restlessly, his hands moving through the flames that looked like his hair. It was a common gesture of his whenever he was displeased to be away from his Omega, “is she back on board or not?”

“Of course she is,” growled Noctis, another Alpha who sounded displeased to be away from his Omega, “Kun didn’t spend a whole year pulling that damn library out of the sea for nothing. Of course she would agree on helping us once she saw the Library of the Gods. Didoka loves books.”

“Omegas are finicky creatures,” rebuked Aros, his flames turning blue and then orange in a strange dance of power, “it wouldn’t surprise me if Didoka refused to help us after Kun took her by force from the Yellow Islands.”

“I never did such a thing,” I said over the sound of the fire crackling and my brothers looked back at me, growling their irritation in perfect synchrony. Technically, I hadn’t taken her by force. Didoka had come to me willingly. Now, the fact I’d threatened Alkotanila on flooding his kingdom could be totally omitted for the good of this conversation. Noctis shook his head, looking away from me.

“You did it,” said Aros shrugging, “It’s what the entire world thinks either way.”

“Katala only talks about Didoka these days. She is worried about her friend and I hate to see her troubled. You could have given us a heads up that you were going to take Didoka so we could have been ready for our Omegas,” grunted Noctis, making me scowl.

“That would have ruined our plans. Plans that had to remain a secret from everyone, included your Omegas,” I got on my feet, thinking back about the first time I contacted my brothers after we left Algonala Island. 

I’d been a mess. Accepting the call of a rut and not having an Omega to ride it through it’s the worst kind of nightmare. Your body is constantly aroused and thoughts turn into images, abstract notions or reminders, but devoid of any logic. My powers were unbalanced and I just couldn’t find a way to organize my scrambled thoughts. And then it came to me, the intention formed into a simple word, an idea with a name. Revenge. I wanted to get revenge. To make Didoka suffer as much as she had made me suffer. My brothers opposed the idea. They tried to reason with me, make me wait until my rut finished and I could be back to my old self.

The rut ended, but I was never back to my old self. I knew my brothers and maybe the entire world would need Didoka’s brilliant mind to find a way to stop Mourna. The research at Alognala hasn’t been entirely fruitless. We had learned there was an artifact called the Neutralizer that could transform Mourna’s power and put an end to this war. If we wanted to find a Neutralizer, an artifact of the Gods, then we would need a library of the Gods.

I’d always sensed there was a powerful tower hidden underneath the sea, close to the Northern Islands. It’s power called to my brothers as well, like a distant memory. The structure was buried deep under the water and layers of ice, safely cocooned in a bubble of air between two cracks on the bottom of the sea. I needed to disappear and work on restoring the tower. The fact I hadn’t done it before was because I never had the time between missions and military training. Noctis and Aros covered for me. They said I had just disappeared but I was never gone. I spend every single day putting that tower together piece by piece. We called it the Library of the Gods even if we didn’t know entirely where it had come from or why we had such a strong connection with it.

Once the first part of our plan was over and I finished restoring the library we started working on our next project. Noctis and Aros couldn’t use his powers to eradicate all the monsters Mourna had created. But me...I was a different story. Nobody would ever think I was the one behind the strange disappearance of Mourna’s creations. I worked in the shadows, buying us some time and bringing Didoka here, to the library. She would find the Neutralizer. I had no doubt about that. Didoka was a genius. I’d see her translate books in hours, read maps like an experienced guide, do lengthy math exercises in her head and come up with an answer in a matter of seconds. If there was one person who could find the Neutralizer she was the one.

“What should we do now?” asked Aros, moving from one side to the other of the chimney with his arms at his back. He stopped eyeing us with eyes that burn with blue flames, “Return to the road? Search for the Neutralizer together like before?”

“No,” said Noctis, his shadows moving like black smoke that interlaced together, forming the gigantic bird he liked to transform into whenever he had to cross large distances, “It’s too dangerous to expose our Omegas like before. Mourna is creating more monsters while we speak. I’d already heard from Baltus that Alphas are missing from the borders of the Dark Desert. It’s just a matter of time before Mourna regroups and sends more of his monsters against us.”

“I could hunt the monsters down, bring them back here where nobody will bother looking for them,” I offered, crossing my arms over my chest, “ once that we find the Neutralizer and we change Mourna into another form we might be able to change all of his creations back to what they were before.”

“Katala had seen them,” growled Noctis, not very pleased by the fact his Omega had been close to Mourna’s creations, “ She says their spirits haven't changed so there might be some hope for them.”

“Our priority is finding the Neutralizer,” interrupted Aros, resting a shoulder made of flames over a wall of the chimney, “let Mourna try and enter our father’s territory with his creatures. He would find a curious surprise waiting for him in the sand.”

We all smirked at that. Our father had turned even more territorial with time. He didn’t like strangers prowling around his lands. He liked it even less if there were possible threats around our mother. If Mourna came after the Dark Desert he would have to face the rage of the desert and its protector, Ulfr, the God of Sand. 

“What about our Omegas? Katala is impatient, waiting for news about Didoka,” Noctis black eyes focused on me, making me lift an eyebrow back at him.

“And how’s that my problem?” both Alphas growled back at me, making me scowl back at them, “She is mine. I’m not sharing Didoka anytime soon. Not with you, not with your Omegas and not with the f*****g world. Is that clear?”

 The possessiveness spilling from my growl like a vase overflown seemed to catch the curiosity of my brothers. They stopped growling, their eyes watching me closely. I watched them back, now growling at them so they could mind their damn business. As I expected at my threat they started growling back at me. It had always been this way between us. Strangely enough we were all different from each other but our blood made us one. At times I could almost know what Aros was about to say, or what Noctis was thinking. It made us stronger. And in this war our synchrony was a damn advantage over the enemy.

A singsong voice echoed from afar calling for Aros. My brother stood in attention looking back and then smiling, like he had seen something he liked very much. Most likely Nira, calling for him. A simple act and still enough to make his blood boil. I knew it myself. Every time Didoka called my name I experienced the same thing. 

“Well then, this meeting is officially over,” growled Noctis, pushing his wings up and extending his darkness through the walls, “call for me if you need me.”

“Same,” said Aros but his attention was already on something else, far away from the studio. The flames turned fast into smoke and then he was gone, leaving me alone with my thoughts again.

I smiled, turning in the direction of the library.

Now, where exactly have I left things off…?

Punishments, revenge, making her pay. All the fun stuff.

I materialized inside of the library and waited in a corner, silently watching her while she read. Didoka had pushed her hair up again while she worked. Thick curls had come loose against her neck and over her forehead giving her a disheveled air.  Her cheeks blushed and her eyes shined when she found a passage that seemed to claim her attention. She was so damn beautiful it was hard to look at her. It really did. Beautiful things shouldn’t be destroyed how I planned on destroying her. Revenge was indeed a b***h. One nasty b***h I was controlling now to the moment I would finally break Didoka and make her love me.