Orchid's POVThe warriors who took me were so powerful that I was taken to Krew's quarters with little resistance.They pushed me to the door of his room and said solemnly, "Go in."Their sudden behavior filled my heart with suspicion, and I took a deep breath to relax, but my heart was beating rapidly at this time.I caught a fascinating scent.What is it?The smell grabbed me like a hook, and my heart was thumping in my chest.Mate!Eda, my wolf. Her voice sent ripples through my insides.That is our MATE!Her cheer rang out again and I could feel her ecstasy.Is that ...... My MATE? My MATE is in this room?Eda's words and my feelings shocked me in a million ways. Because I knew that this room in front of me was Krew's, and the werewolf who brought me here had said that he wanted to see me.Was it him? Was he staying in this room now? Wait! Could Krew be my MATE? How is this possible? He was an adult before me, if I was his Mate then how could he not recognize me! How could... How
"I was utterly powerless against his irresistible charm. Every aspect of him captivated me completely.The anticipation grew as my body bared itself to Krew's gaze. His eyes consumed me, sending a shiver down my spine. As his lips met my neck, I gasped, surrendering to the intensity of his touch. His hands explored the curves of my body, traversing from my breasts to the core of my thighs. The friction between our entwined forms ignited a fire within me."This shouldn't be happening," he gasped, momentarily halting his movements. "Skin against skin... Oh, no!"In an instant, Krew seized me by the hair, his grip harsh and forceful, and pushed me away. The searing heat dissipated as we separated, leaving me sprawled on the floor, bewildered and vulnerable. I gazed up at him, searching for answers in his intense, crimson eyes. His heaving chest displayed the raw power beneath his exposed collarbones.He inhaled deeply, his breath filled with anguish."You are nothing more than a lowly sl
3 years later...ORCHIDArmored transport rumbles over a hill, and we see it for the first time - the quarantine wall. It twists the barren landscape like a ribbon of iron and rust.On this side of the wall is the so-called civilized world. Sure, it's no picnic, but for all its problems - overpopulation, rampant crime, pollution, depleted resources - there's nothing about what's on the other side of that ugly, metallic border.The quarantine zone. By all accounts, it's hell on earth. And that's exactly where we're going.I shudder to think of the dangers that await us beyond that wall - hideous, twisted mutants that rip a man limb from limb. Based on everything I've read, they'll do even worse things to any woman unfortunate enough to fall into their clutches.Sitting next to me in the middle row of the cramped vehicle is Sara, another young SynerGen research assistant like me. I don't know her very well, as she only recently joined the team after her predecessor Eva disappeared.When
"Levels?" Bishop grunts as he drives.A few miles away, the road was clogged with the rusting husks of cars left behind during the cataclysm, so Bishop steered us off the road. Now the vehicle is lurching over the uneven terrain, rocking me violently in my seat belt. I look over at Sara and she's gripping the rest of the armrest of her own seat tightly. Even with that niiloxin in her system, she's agitated as hell, and I don't blame her. I'm fine with her.Dr. Lucian, on the other hand, seems completely at ease. Though he's shivering and bouncing in the front seat, he manages to touch the glowing data panel display he's holding in his lap, scrolling through a variety of digital charts and graphs - information coming in from sensors mounted on the vehicle's roof."Looks like the levels are at... three-fifty," he calmly responds to Bishop. "We still need to go a little deeper."Bishop nods and presses the accelerator even harder.Three hundred and fifty. He must be talking about omega c
I look straight ahead again, and my heart is suddenly beating twice with a combination of fury and terror."What's going on? This was supposed to be a rescue mission! I yell. "You can't seriously consider trying to capture an alpha!"In the driver's seat, Bishop is checking the magazine and chamber of his gun. He ignores my outburst and shouts an order to his men in the backseat.Deakon. Chappel. Helmets. He turns to Dr. Lucian at her side. "You too, Doc.""Wait!" I yell again, trying to hide the tremor in my voice. "I'm not going there until you tell me what's going on! That's completely insane if you think—Dr. Lucian, helmet in hand, gives me another smile, but this time there's a hint of malice behind it."You have to understand," he says coldly. “These alphas are a valuable commodity, Orchid. Just think what we might learn if we were able to capture one and bring it back with us. ”My mouth is dry. My throat tightens, making it difficult to squeeze out the words. When I finally s
As if on cue, a strange gurgling sound comes from Sara's lips, followed by an inhuman moan. When I look at her, my stomach turns and, for the second time today, I find myself on the verge of throwing up.Sara's skin turned pale and unhealthy, full of dark, diseased veins. Her eyes grew dull and bleary, and a trickle of saliva hung from her chin."Sara!" I cry, but she doesn't seem to hear me.She has already become an irrational beta version.The Doctor. Lucian sticks his tongue behind his mask."Well, that's...disappointing," he mutters. “I was sure Sara exhibited all the appropriate characteristics for the omega mutation. Oh well, even I make mistakes sometimes. What a waste."Tears blur my vision as I pull away. To bring an innocent woman here into the zone and turn her into a zombie being like that is beyond evil. It is a fate worse than death. And everything that bastard Dr. Lucian has to say is that it's "disappointing".I steeled my nerves, hoping to fall into the same mindless
She is the most beautiful omega I have ever seen.She is fair-skinned with bright red hair and an incredibly curvy body, even for an omega. Her round breasts swell and heave with her rapid breathing. Her torso tapers down to a narrow waist, but shines again in her wide hips, which leads to thick, fleshy thighs.I want to delight in her. I want to taste every inch of your warm skin.But first I need to make it safe. Why is she chained like this? And why is she dressed in that weird thin fabric outfit covering her breasts and sex? The pristine whiteness of her clothes makes it clear that this woman is an outsider, beyond the great wall.That is a trap.But my dick doesn't care. My need for her is too great. I need to rip off her delicate clothes and claim her breasts with my mouth. I need to bury my face between those hot thighs and lick the hot spot oozing from her hole.And most of all, I need to plunge my hard cock into her wet depths and fill her womb with my seed.Another howl burs
I hate him for the way he's mocking me, but there's a part of me that agrees with him. Why should I care what happens to this Alpha? The creature certainly wouldn't have shown me any mercy if Deakon hadn't reassured it.Still, I can't deny that I feel a strange, primal bond.That the Alpha may not be human, but neither am I. I'm an omega now. An animal."What are we going to do with them?" Chappel nods toward me and Sara as he struggles to fit a heavy shackle around one of the Alpha's wrists. "We can't take them back with us. This is a beta, and the omega knows too much."I scream when the sudden bark of a pistol startles me. The sound echoes around the small valley and surrounding forest."That takes care of the beta," Deakon laughs grimly.Blue smoke billows from the barrel of the pistol in Deakon's hand. Dark blood oozes from Sara's body from the wound in her chest where he killed her. Your weight is limp in the chains.She is dead.I start to cry. Tears roll down my face. Even tho