Page 99 of Shared Omega

The air is cool. The sound of trickling water reverberates through the depths.

Sloane’s light falls upon a split up ahead where the tunnel branches off in two directions.

“Which way?” She asks at my shoulder.

Even though she’s whispering, her voice still echoes through the tunnels. She is dressed once more in her white shirt, black shorts, and boots.

“Left,” I answer, leading us onward.

I could easily traverse these mineshafts in pitch blackness if I wanted, operating solely off memory, touch and sound. In fact, I have done exactly that a hundred times or more, to the point where the network of ancient tunnels is mapped in my brain.

Nevertheless, the light helps my omega keep her footing, which is all that matters.

Behind me, on the other side, Dog follows closely. He is silent, as he usually is, his nose snuffling continuously, searching the air for even the faintest trace of danger. I have come to respect his discipline, focus, and caution.

He is a valuable ally, and he shares my desire to protect our precious omega.

Taking up the rear is Kane. The Alpha warrior still doesn’t trust me. He has positioned himself at the back in order to keep watch for an ambush from behind.

He still considers me a Farlander.

But he will see. I will prove my fealty to the tribes of the ruins.

I have already taken the first steps toward becoming a true tribesman, as has Dog. Our bodies now bear steel piercings, symbolic decorations that we acquired in a ceremony following our mating ritual. The ceremony was performed in the chamber of the Source so that its power could instantly heal the piercings that would otherwise take months.

Dog’s piercings include a heavy steel ring through his septum and two more through the lobes of both ears. The Alphas believe that the Source grants the wearers of these rings heightened senses of smell and hearing.

My piercings are through my nipples, symbolic of the courage in my heart.

And of course, we both received piercings in one other place as well.

Our cocks.

Sloane is pierced now too. Her piercings match ours and are meant to symbolize and strengthen her bond to each member of the pack. The ring through her eyebrow binds her to Kane. The one through her nostril binds her to Dog. And the one through her nipple, my favorite, is the one that binds her to me.

And last, to chain her body to the pack as a whole, she wears a piercing through the soft skin that hoods her luscious clit.

Just thinking of that sends a surge of blood to my cock, swelling my member beneath my loincloth.

I struggle to push those thoughts out of my mind.

Right now, I need to focus on the mission at hand.

After about thirty minutes of picking our way through the tunnels, the air starts to change. The stir of a light breeze brushes my skin.

“Turn off the light,” I whisper to Sloane.

She does so, and we are immediately drenched in blackness. But as our eyes begin to adjust, it becomes apparent that the blackness is not total. There is a cool, silvery light up ahead.

We are near the exit.

The mouth of the mine is almost impossible to see from the outside as it is well-hidden behind a tumble of large boulders and a few scrubby plants so that the opening appears to be little more than a shadow in the rocks.

I poke my head out first, enjoying the breath of the wind in my hair after the close, stuffy air of the caves. Overhead, the night sky is splashed with the pale splendor of the Milky Way. The Quarantine Wall is an ominous shadow in the distance.

We are out of the Zone.

This is the farthest I’ve ever ventured. I’ve never gone beyond this point before, but soon we will be travelling much, much farther, all the way to the Outsiders’ city.