Chapter 3

Alphas were prevailing. They had an animalistic need to mate with an omega in heat. Control, that's what they had, too... but not the beasts who were in the room. Not the kind of men who were drawn to Kieran's purpose. Not what the men in Nyoka had become since that villain descended upon them. She would be assaulted to death, and could already feel someone tearing at her clothes. Her body's response, Lyla couldn't stop. The growls and barks only elicited more slickness, made her crave to be mounted... but not by whatever was slithering in that chamber. A scream so piercing she covered her ears, shook her to the core. There was a battle, gunfire, and Lyla instinctively curled in on herself. Fighting her response, forcing her body to straighten so she could do more than yank away from grasping hands, she regained consciousness, eyes blown wide, and ready to run. They would chase her, that's what she knew. Alphas were stronger, faster, and being that she was surrounded, one would catch her. But at least she would have tried. Lyla was unprepared to witness how many bodies already littered the ground. Seeing so many broken men made her freeze, and that was all he needed. In an instant, an arm as thick as a tree trunk wrapped around her waist, and she was pulled away, still doubled over, by the brisk pace of a man marking his claim... the victor of the fight. The room still reverberated with growls and shouting, but more so, the agonized groans of the few on the ground who were lucky enough to be alive. Combat boots and makeshift armor, all looking as if they had been cobbled together from scraps, encased powerful thighs. Kieran. Acknowledging Emma for the foul-smelling scarf she had prepared, Lyla battled herself — battled her instincts to smell him — and gave her all to repeat the mantra that had helped her through this nightmare before. "Just instincts." She needed to speak to him, needed to fight her baser desires. Do you think he will fight his? The thought made her falter, a movement he no doubt interpreted as submission, and not its counterpart, despair. Lyla lost track of the distance or direction he had taken her, only sensing the darkness and the peculiar sensation of being underground. Over and over in her mind, she rehearsed what needed to be said, promising herself she would consent to it. Even if he was rutting, she would consent to it. Even if he were to kill her, she would consent to it. A door was swung open on thick metal hinges, creaking the way she imagined the doors would in the old-world submarines she had read about in books, and they entered a room. With every breath, even through the stinky mask, it penetrated him, the intoxicating musk of a dominant alpha. Placing her hands over her mouth and nose, she felt her body twist against her will and refocused on shallow breathing to maintain control. After landing on the floor, her body shuddered in another spasm, causing the female to moan in pain. He had to—no, had to—put his hands between his legs. But the smell of rotting flesh sickened him, just as the heavenly smell of the alpha's presence sickened him. With words choked with lust and little Barks' phrases, she fought the overwhelming urge to stretch her legs and submit. "We're hungry. Omegas need food. I've been sent to ask you to arrange a safe place where we can get our share before we die." He saw her lock the door with a bar so thick it would wrap around his ankles, trap him, and mate Omega. Not sure if Kieran heard, he used his legs to free himself from the male until his back hit the wa, ll and tried again. "Food... we can't get out... hunted, forced. They kill us." His dilated pupils looked up at the imposing man, begging him to understand. "You are Nyoka's alpha, you have the power… we have no one to ask you." "So you stupidly walked into a room full of wild males to beg for food?" He taunted her, his eyes cruel even as he smiled. The horrors of the day, the sexual disappointment of his war, made Lyla raise her head defiantly to meet his gaze. "But if we can't eat, I'm dead." Seeing his mother squirm through another tightening wave, Kieran growled, an instinctive response to the growing omega. The sound was right between her legs, full of everything she wanted. His second, louder piss echoed inside her and a wave of warm slickness drenched the floor beneath her swollen swamp, piercing the air to engulf her. He couldn't stand it. "Please don't make that noise." "You're fighting your cycle," he snorted softly and growled, quickening his pace and watching as he did so. Lyla shook her head back and forth and began to mutter, "I've lived a clean life." Abstinence? It was outrageous...a supposed myth. Omegas couldn't resist the urge to mate. Therefore, the alphas fought for them and forced the few to cling to Shem themselves. The smell alone would drive any alpha crazy. He growled again, his sex muscles contracting so hard he screamed and crumpled to the floor. It was hard enough to endure the heat locked in a room alone, until the cycle was broken, but the cursed noise and the smell emanating from the rotten tangle of her dress tore at her insides. His humiliating way of speaking made her wake up to see the beast looming, his massive erection evident despite the layers of clothing. "How long does your heat usually last, Omegaa?"Alphas were winning. They had a fleshly need to mate with an omega in heat. Control, that is the very thing they had, also... regardless, not the beasts who were in the room. Not the kind of men who were drawn to Kieran's inspiration. Not what the men in Nyoka had become since that miscreant slid upon them. She would be gone after death, could at this point feel someone tear at her pieces of clothing. Her body's response, Lyla couldn't stop. The growls and barks just roused more perfection, made her long to be mounted... regardless, not by whatever was creeping in that chamber. A yell so penetrating that she covered her ears, seriously influenced her. There was a battle, gunfire, and Lyla normally winding in on herself. Engaging her response, driving her body to fix so she could achieve more than yank away from understanding hands, she recovered insight, eyes blown wide, and ready to run. They would seek after her; that is what she knew. Alphas were more grounded, speedy, and being that she was surrounded, one would get her. However, she would have endeavored. Lyla was unprepared to notice the quantity of bodies that littered the ground for the most part. Seeing such endless broken men made her freeze, and that was all he truly cared about. In a second, an arm as thick as a tree trunk collapsed over her midriff, and she was pulled away, still duplicated over, by the energetic speed of a man signifying his case... the victor of the fight. The room reverberated with growls and shouting, yet more along these lines, the anguished groans of the several on the ground who were satisfactorily lucky to be alive. Fight boots and a terrible defensive layer, all looking like they had been cobbled together from scraps, areas of strength encased. Kieran. Perceiving Emma for the harmful scarf she had worn, Lyla battled herself — battled her motivations to smell him — and gave her all to repeat the mantra that had helped her through this awful dream. "Just driving forces." She expected to address him, expected to fight her baser longings. Do you figure he will fight his? The thought made her fumble, an improvement he no inquiry interpreted as convenience, and not its accomplice, despair. Lyla overlooked the distance or bearing he had taken her, principal identifying the dimness and the flighty impression of being underground. Over and over to her, she rehearsed what ought to have been said, promising herself she would consent to it. Whether or not he was rutting, she would consent to it. Whether or not he would kill her, she would consent to it. A doorway was opened up on thick metal turns, squeaking as she imagined the entrances would in the old-world submarines she had found out about in books, and they went into a room. With every breath, even through the stinky cover, it entered him, the intoxicating musk of a dominating alpha. Putting her hands over her mouth and nose, she felt her body wind notwithstanding her longing running against the norm and arranged on shallow breathing to stay aware of control. Right after showing up on the floor, her body shuddered in one more fit, making the female moan in torture. He expected to — no, expected to — put his hands between his legs. However, the smell of ruined tissue disgusted him, compared to the amazing smell of the alpha's presence, sickened him. With words choked with want and little Barks' phrases, she combats the marvelous tendency to expand her legs and submit. "We're enthusiastic. Omegas need food. I've been sent off demand that you organize a safeguarded place where we can get our part before we pass on." He saw her lock the doorway with a bar so thick it would crease over his lower legs, trap him, and mate Omega. Unsure if Kieran heard, he used his legs to free himself from the male until his back hit the place to pause and endeavored again. "Food... we can't get out... sought after, compelled. They kill us." His extended students looked toward the great man, begging him to appreciate them. "You are Nyoka's alpha, you have the power… we have no one to ask you." "So you stupidly walked around a room overflowing with wild folks to request food?" He incited her, his eyes horrendous even as he smiled. The hatred of the day, the sexual disappointment of his shine, made Lyla raise her head defiantly to meet his look. "Nevertheless, in case we can't eat, I'm dead." Seeing his mother wriggle through one more fixing wave, Kieran growled, a natural response to the creating omega. The sound was right between her legs, stacked with all that she required. His second, more grounded piss resonated inside her and a surge of warm perfection drenched the floor under her extended marsh, penetrating the air to overpower her. He couldn't stand it. "Sympathetically, don't make that clatter." "You're engaging your cycle," he snorted gently and growled, invigorating his speed and looking as he did thusly. Lyla shook her head all over and began to mumble, "I've continued with an ideal life." Patience? It was outrageous.. an accepted legend. Omegas couldn't battle the impulse to mate. As needed, the alphas combat for them and compelled the two or three to adhere to save themselves. The smell alone would make any alpha crazy. Again, he growled, his sex muscles contracting so hard he yelled and collapsed to the floor. It was adequately difficult to continue through the power got in a room alone, until the cycle was broken, yet the berated upheaval and the smell oozing from the ruined bunch of her dress tore at her inner parts. His humiliating way to deal with talking made her wake up to see the beast drawing closer, his tremendous erection clear despite the layers of dress. "How long does your heat period ordinarily last, Omegaa?"