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

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

Kadmon pats my ass, waking me from my daze. I stare into her pretty face.He and Hasker pass a few words in their thick accents that I can't make out. They are not making an effort to speak clearly for me and I am in no condition to concentrate. God, they pleasured me to death's door.Hasker rises with a grunt like a laborer from work and walks toward the cave entrance, his bulky body blocking out the sunlight, ducking the thick stalactites of the stone ceiling.I mutter and gurgle, my lips unable to form words. Kadmon gathers my naked, shivering body in his arms, and I curl against his hard muscles, soaking up his extraordinary body heat.The hard metal of his nipple ring rubs against me, giving me a sexy tingle.He mumbles things I don't understand, but the deep male purr in his voice soothes me. I feel happy and satiated. Completely realized and completely empty.When I move my ass, his iron-hard cock nudges me and he grunts. That massive member is still hidden under his primitive

I can't let these thoughts distract me. I have to go on.As I continue to squirm and squirm out of Addom's embrace, my sensations grow against Hasker's impressive cock. God it's so hard and hot, and I can feel all the little veins and grooves as it slides against my crack.My flesh heats up, and my core tightens again as I realize exactly how long and thick it is.I know from my studies that men often get erections while sleeping, but I've never experienced it firsthand. I can only wonder what Hasker is dreaming back there.Addom seems to be dreaming too. He mutters softly in his sleep and adjusts his body. As he does so, his thong shifts as well, and his rock hard cock comes out swinging like a spring, slamming me hard between the legs.I bite my bottom lip to stifle a sigh.Can't a girl take a break around here?I look at him in astonishment. Even though it's dark here, there's still enough moonlight coming out of the cave mouth that I can see a little. Also, I think my omega transf

ADDOM"Do you want to know where we're going?""Yes," the omega grumbles. "I only asked a million times."I don't keep track, but a million times seems pretty accurate. Despite my commands, this feisty little omega took it upon herself to channel every few minutes. Each time I reminded her to be quiet by patting the fat ass that was bent over my shoulder.But she has a very short memory.Or maybe, just maybe, she enjoys being disciplined like a naughty child. From the way more and more of his overpowering scent wafts between her legs after each hard blow, I'd say that's the case.Anyway, when we climb a high ridge of grassy terrain, the answer to your incessant question appears.The city.The center of our territory and the home of the Source."Okay," I tell her. "Take a look for yourself."I turn so that my back is to the city, and now the omega, which is draped over my shoulder, has a clear view of our destination, lit by the golden rays of the low morning sun. "Wow," she sighs in a