Page 83 of Ruined Omega

The ring through my lip matches the one worn by Tal, and binds me to him. The one through my left nostril mirrors the one that Baen wears through his right. And then there is my nipple ring, to compliment Canaris’s.

Each of the rings has a meaning: Tal’s lip ring represents his power to command. Baen’s nose ring is a sign of his powerful sense of smell. The ring on Canaris’s chest symbolizes the fiery heart underneath.

And now, all of those Alpha traits are unified in me, the pack’s shared omega.

None of the guys have a navel ring, however. That one is unique to me.

It is meant as a blessing for a fertile womb.

I reach down to touch the metal ring which Baen has just placed through my navel. On the Outside it would take weeks, months even, for a body piercing to heal completely. But here, in the presence of the Source, the healing process is nearly instantaneous.

Tal gazes down at me, admiring his handiwork.

“I think that may be my favorite one yet,” he says.

Across from him, Baen nods in agreement. A faint smirk tips the edge of his mouth as he brushes his gaze up and down my body. I swear I can feel it, like an invisible feather skimming my flesh and leaving pebbled goosebumps in its wake.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” Baen murmurs.

My heart thumps, and wetness blooms between my legs.

God, how my life has changed. Not so long ago, I was just wimpy little Hines. The girl hiding in the shadows. And I found it easy to hide because hardly anyone seemed to pay any attention to me. It was like I was invisible.

Now, the triple attention of these three dominant Alphas is almost too much for my shy little self to handle. I keep thinking that the spell will break. That they will get tired of me. But it’s the exact opposite. Every day their hunger for me seems to grow, like they are addicted to me.

It’s an exciting feeling. Scary, but exciting.

And I’m addicted to them too. Addicted to the way they devour me with their eyes. To the way they run their soft lips over every inch of my skin at night. The way they touch me on the inside until I scream.

A laughing, feminine voice breaks me out of my sexy reveries.

“Hey Hines! The boys aren’t treating you too rough, are they?”

Lily has come up beside us. She is protectively surrounded by her own pack of three Alphas. Each of them is holding one of Lily’s adorable little yawning babies too.

Over the past days, I have gotten to know Lily and her pack well, especially the leader, Addom. He is the high leader of the entire central tribe, and since I’ve arrived, I’ve told him and the other tribal elders everything I can about the state of affairs in the outside world.

But during those little interviews, I’ve been dressed in a loincloth.

Right now, however, I’m as naked as the day I came into the world. Reflexively, my hand darts between my legs, providing scant cover for my exposed privates.

Everyone seems to smirk ever so slightly, amused at my Outsider modesty.

Even my three ultra-jealous Alphas—the ones who used to physically fight each other over my body—don’t seem to mind these other Alphas seeing me naked. And by the same token, Lily’s Alphas don’t seem worried either.

My eyes drift toward Lily’s shoulder, and I realize why this is.

She has been marked. Her body has been claimed by her pack. There is no mistaking who she belongs to now.

As if by a strange sympathy, my own mark seems to warm on my own naked skin.

I am claimed too. A marked omega. Possessed by my pack.

Still, I keep my hand in place covering my vagina. I still need a little time to get used to the openness of things here in the Zone.

“What’s up, Lily?” I ask awkwardly. It’s a bit funny making small talk while sprawled out naked on top of an equally naked man.

But Lily seems totally unfazed. She just bobs the tiny, sleeping omega baby in her arms, smiles, and nods toward the giant sphere—the Source.