The Pregnant Runaway Omega

Chapter 4

Anabella

He pulled out, so fast, so abruptly. It left me feeling like a messy crater.

But I didn’t have time to even consider those emotions. He made quick work of his clothes, pulling on a pair of dark jeans and a shirt, marching out of the room without a single word being said.

I climbed to my feet, trying my best to ignore the ache between my thighs. My dress was ruined, and I wasn’t willing to step out of his chambers bare as the day I was born, with the mess of what happened there dripping down my leg. I went to his closet, pulling out the first item I found. Putting it on, I picked up the scraps of my dress, making my way out the door.

The palace erupted in chaos, loud sounds and bellows coming from the land. Part of me wanted to go straight to my room, but the pack was under attack. I didn’t know how bad it could be. Neither did I know anyone here. There were risks to being alone at a time like this.

So I made my way out, walking slowly down the spiral staircase, being careful to walk gently so as to not aggravate my soreness. The entire wall was made of glass, there was a floor-to-ceiling window on one side of the staircase, giving a clear view of what was happening outside.

Footsteps thundered down the top steps, moving closer to where I was standing.

“Who are the attackers?” a male voice asked.

“Some feral rogues,” another replied, “About five or six of them.”

There was only one thing I knew about those types of wolves, and it was when you see them, run. The two males passed by me, completely oblivious to my presence, or rather, choosing to ignore it, continuing on with their conversation.

“How many men have been sent out?”

“None, King Davis wants to handle it himself.”

My eyes bulged out of my skull. Is he crazy? He would never survive it. Feral rogues were too dangerous. A scuffle outside stole my attention. My heart pounded in my chest. I looked through the glass wall as two ferals approached a calm Davis. His hands rested easily on his sides, he didn’t look fazed in the least. I watched with bated breath as the wolves multiplied, a crowd of about seven feral rogues in their fur circling him.

The first one lunged, and I flinched away before I could witness the damage, squeezing my eyes shut. The sickening crunch of bone met my ears, followed by a wolfish whimper.

The wolf residing inside me urged me to check on our mate. Peeling my eyes open, a broken gasp tumbled free. In nothing but his skin, Davis took on six wolves all by himself, the seventh already lying lifeless on the ground. I’d never had a stomach for violence, but watching him tear the beast limb from limb with his bare hands… I couldn’t bring myself to look away. The sight of it stirred something within me, an animalistic part of me I never thought would consider such gore so attractive.

The fight ended before it had even begun. Soldiers moved up to the area, picking up the carcasses and taking them away. Davis made his way back into the palace, the litter of guards clearing a path for him as he stormed through them. My heart rate turned frenzied at the sight of him, covered in blood that wasn’t his, a stern expression making him even more unapproachable.

He moved up the stairs not even bothering with a glance in my direction as he walked past me, “You’ll be called for when next you’re needed.”

His words stung me so badly.

My first time with a man, and I was left with nothing but those parting words and his semen dripping down my thighs.

How could I ever forget?

***

Days had passed.

I had been in Davis’ kingdom for almost a week now, but other than the night we had spent together on my first day here, I hadn’t seen much of him since then and he hadn’t summoned me a second time.

As much as I yearned to feel relief from it, I still couldn’t wrap my head around the dejection that enveloped me. “Prince Ethan.” A guard greeted me. Instantly my body locked up.

Ethan was King Davis’ brother.

He came back from a war about two days ago, yet he’d already managed to secure himself a permanent position on the top of my blacklist. He was a pig, a womanizing dirt bag without a lick of respect for any gender that wasn’t his. He taunted the females of the palace, groping them without their permission in the shadows, laying out empty threats to get himself an easy piece of ass he was too unbothered to actually work for.

I barely knew him. But I knew enough to make me resent the man.

He strolled to where I stood, making a show of planting his hands on his waist as he stopped beside me.

“You look dashing this morning, Ana.” His fingers reached out, attempting to tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

I jerked away, “It’s Anabelle.”

“Ana, Anabella,” he shrugged, “What’s the difference?”

I moved to step past him but he grabbed hold of my arm before I could.

“What's with the hard to get, huh?” His voice dropped to a harsh whisper, his hot breath fanning my temples, “It’s not going to get you anywhere, you’re not going to get any special rewards from me just because you took the longest to put out.”

I ripped my arm away, pinning him with a glare, “I’m not interested.”

He stared at me for a moment, and then a slow grin spread on his face, “Oh, I see what this is,” He drawled, “You’re nothing but a means to an end. What? Do you think he’ll fall in love with you? That Davis will one day make you his Queen just because you’re popping out his pups? Don’t be naive. He’s my brother, I know him. He’ll never settle, much less for someone like you.”

“So if you’re trying to win him over, by proving your loyalty or some s**t, you can just give it up, because it’ll never work.” He continued, “You were brought here for a reason, Ana. And once you fulfil your purpose, he’ll cast you aside. You’re not special, don’t flatter yourself by thinking you ever will be.”

His words broke through the surface of my skin, leaving a bitter ooze at their wake. It took everything in me not to spit in his face.

The words cut like knives, like silver daggers, but the only thing that made them so effective was the fact that they were true. Davis would never make me his queen, regardless of whether or not we’re mated.

“I need you to leave me alone.” I said to him,

He tugged at my arm again, and I turned to him, “Let go, or I’ll inform your brother of everything I’ve witnessed you getting around to with all the females of his pack. Bet he’d love to hear the truth about how his brother’s nothing but an abusive piece of s**t who can't keep it in his pants.”

For the first time ever, I saw his cockiness fade, his expression growing completely blank. I ripped my arm from his grip, then proceeded to walk away. I tossed one last glance over my shoulder to make sure he wasn’t following me.

He stared at my retreating form with a bitter look in his eyes, like he demanded some form of retribution.

Later that evening, the pack members were gathered outside for a bonfire, conversing with one another and leisurely enjoying the night air . I stood off to the side, keeping idle and alone. I wasn’t in the mood to interact with anyone.

My eyes kept drifting to the make-shift podium set up for King Davis, watching him from under my lashes, following each and every single one of his disinterested movements.

A commotion started by the fire, a bottle dangled from Ethan’s grip as he ripped off a pound of uncooked meat from the pile, bringing it to his mouth and eating it raw.

Ethan’s eyes cut at me, a mischievous glint lighting his dark gaze as he laughed to himself, like there was some joke he was only joke in on. He moved to the centre of the crowd, his steps slow and sloppy.

He was drunk.

“I have an announcement!” He bellowed, swaying in place, clutching the almost empty beer bottle to his stomach.

Most wolves stopped whatever they were doing to give the Prince their full attention. Most eyes in the clearing were now fixed on him.

His voice came out somber, “We have a killer in our midst.”

Loud gasps tore through the masses of people, their heads turned left and right, staring at one another with wide eyes, the women clutching their chests as they gazed at the Prince with a mix of fear and shock.

“A new female, brought into our pack as of recently,” He tosses a gaze over his shoulder at Davis still unmoved from his position, “Unlike my brother, I do my research.”

“Annabella Hayes!”

My heart stopped.

Dozens of eyes turned to stare at me. The looks full of the kind of disapproval I was used to seeing every day in my old pack. I swallowed hard, my eyes instantly seeking out Davis’.

“Do you deny it?” Ethan bellows.

I shook my head frantically, wondering what the hell he was on about.

“I wondered how my brother managed to find a young female without a family to miss her if he whisked her away to create a lineage for him.” He continued, “So you see, I did my research. And would you look at what I found? You’re nothing but a lying murderer. She killed her parents to increase her rations. Weak Omega’s like her are the rut of the pack, they’re not of any use, so the hierarchy tosses them aside. Your family wasn’t worth s**t, you weren’t getting enough because your old man was just like you, weak, pathetic. He couldn’t fight in wars, he couldn’t labour, so they tossed the likes of you aside. Like the selfish b***h you are, you couldn’t share what little you had, so you decided to take them out. Your entire pack knows what you did, so they treat you like dog s**t, sending you off to live with your aunt and uncle because they’re the only ones noble enough to turn a blind eye to the atrocious act you committed.”

The murmurs grew louder, more intense.

"No, not again!", I thought loudly.

They pinned me with distrustful glances, the few people closest to me inching away.

I wanted to yell that none of this was true, that Ethan was lying. But who would these people choose to believe? The Prince, whom they’ve known for almost all his life? Or the breeder girl brought in from a completely different pack.

“She looks like it.”

“King Davis must get rid of her at once.”

“She killed her parents? How evil!”

“If she could do it once, best believe she’ll do it again.”

“It’s not true,” I whispered, my hands clutching at my chest, “It’s not true, don’t believe him. My voice didn’t carry over the accusations. They couldn’t hear my denial.

My eyes sought out Davis once again, pleading for him to get me out of this mess. He stared at me from his place on the podium, making no move to come to my aid.

A pound of meat slammed into the side of my head.

“Murderer!”

I dropped to my knees as the assault began, different items being flung at me from all directions.

“Please, stop!” I cried, none of this is true. “Stop!”

“Make her leave our palace!” Ethan shouted, “This is no home for people of her kind.”

The crowd didn’t hesitate, but I got to my feet before things could get out of hand, darting across the land. They threw things at me; stones, food, and beverages.

They stained my clothes, matted my hair and stuck to my skin, but I didn’t look back once. I didn’t stop running.

This was the night of the mating ceremony all over again. Only much worse. I was hiccuping horribly, sobbing as I jogged through the Forest, wiping snot from my nose and dragging my sleeve over the food dripping from my hair.

I’d never felt so utterly alone.

Davis didn’t even care, he didn’t even budge.

I dropped to my knees on the cold soil, “Why me?” I cried. The scream tore from my throat, ugly and raw, “Why do horrible things always have to happen to me?”

I clutched at my chest, searching for breath that was escaping me by the minute. My cheeks were stained with tears, but fresh ones constantly made a trail down from my eyes.

A tree branch snapped behind me. I spun around to glare at the intruder. But they died away along with my last breath at the sight of my companions.

Feral Rogues…..