Page 47 of Ruined Omega

Baen drops the Farlander he is choking, spins around, and strikes the bitten Farlander in the face, cutting off his scream. The Farlander’s jaw falls slack as it dislocates under Baen’s fist.

The other Farlander, recovering from the stranglehold, leaps on Baen’s back.

Meanwhile, Tal is still fending off the other two.

And all the while, my awful need is growing.

It’s so messed up. So wrong…

The violence, the sight of watching my two Alpha protectors kicking ass, is acting as a catalyst for my urges. Combined with our proximity to the center of the Zone, the omega-change is growing stronger, more insistent.

I shift my weight and pull the pill bottle out of my baggy hoody, fumble with the cap, and tap two more pills into my palm. I swallow them dry.

God, there are only a dozen or so left.

That’s not good.

So far, I’ve managed to stave off the transformation. It hasn’t been able to complete itself. But I won’t be able to hold it at bay much longer.

My only hope is that we reach the center of the Zone in time and that Sloane and Lily have the necessary equipment and chemicals for making more of the suppressant.

I’ve got the recipe memorized. All I need are the materials.

Gradually, my shameful arousal dissipates. The cramps of desire fade into my core and disappear.

I turn my attention back to the fight.

At first, Tal and Baen had the element of surprise, and they were able to dispatch the first two Farlanders easily. The others, however, are putting up a fight.

With a low, sweeping kick, Tal manages to drop the two Farlanders that he is fighting. He prepares to pounce and kill them but senses that Baen is in trouble, and whirls around to help. He delivers a sharp kick to one attackers spine, giving Baen the break he needs to fling the other Alpha from his back.

Together, they fall upon the two Farlanders, brutally pummeling them into the mud. The feral omega joins in, releasing her justified rage.

But now they are caught up in a frenzy of bloodlust.

They don’t notice how quickly the remaining two Farlanders have recovered.

One of the Farlanders that Tal tripped rises, clutching a heavy stone in his hand. He moves forward. The sound of his feet on the muddy ground is muted beneath my Alphas’ pummeling fists and growls.

The Farlander raises the heavy jagged stone. He’s going to bring it down on Tal’s head.

Nobody else sees.

I have to do something.

“Tal! Behind you!” I scream.

The Farlander with the rock freezes and turns toward the top of the rise where I’m lying behind the weeds. My heart stops, seems to clench like a fist.

The Farlander’s nose twitches. Behind, his fallen companion has raised himself from the muck, and he is sniffing too.

I realize that the wind has shifted, blowing in from behind me.

I’m upwind.

Shit. They can smell me. They know I’m here.

Tal springs up from his crouch and whirls a roundhouse kick into the Farlander who was sneaking up behind him. The rock drops harmlessly from the creature’s hand.