Page 11 of Omega Ruined

While the doctor poked painfully around my cervix and took swabs, the nurse jabbed a needle into my arm and drained six vials of blood from me.

"When was your last heat?"

"Four weeks ago."

"And how far apart are your heats usually?"

"I… they gave me injections, so every month."

The doctor jerked, stabbing something sharp into my inner walls and I bit my lip to avoid screaming.

"Every month? Forced heats? For how long?"

"I don't know, almost a year, I think?"

"Fucking alphas, you'll be lucky to have a normal heat again," he snarled, probing deeper. "Those drugs screw up an omega's system for years, decades, even."

"So I'll never be normal?" I asked hesitantly.

"Not likely. We'll run the tests, but there's very little chance you'll be desirable to a pack at this point. Your old alphas made sure of that."

The sharp pain in my chest was all mine, but I let it shoot through the bond. Let them feel what they'd done to me.

I was shaking as the doctor finally pulled out his equipment and stood up.

"We'll get the results back, but I'd say you'll be in the heat dens by the end of the month."

The blood drained from my face, leaving me shivering and sick to my stomach. "Is there any way to avoid it? I can't spend my life in the heat dens."

"Sorry," he said coolly. "There are only two options for omegas: being claimed by a pack or the heat dens. You're completely useless to a pack, even if they didn't want children. Alphas still want heats that they can rut through and without that, you're no good to them."

They both left the room and I quickly dressed, feeling even more violated and hurt than when my alphas had signed off on me. The word pounded in my head. Useless, useless.

My next class wasn't for a few more minutes, but I was wary of the beta guards, so I hurried to the door for the next class and stood with my hands clasped behind me, head down. That seemed to be the preferred position here, for omegas. No one had told me anything, but after the near electrocution this morning, I would do anything to avoid another zap.

The omegas filed out of the room in silence and more showed up. I was careful not to be first or last in the group of omegas entering the room, and found a seat to the side. At least this time, we had desks. I was hopeful that meant nothing physical.

This class was ABO Anatomy and we spent the next hour learning about knots and exactly how they worked. It was far easier than the previous class.

My number of classes was somewhat limited since I wasn't assigned to anything about maintaining a home or children. Instead, my schedule had me loop through stretching, anatomy, and sexual positions, as well as alpha pleasing skills. There were five classes a day, so each day I took a second class in one of the four options. Anatomy was my favorite since the betas basically ignored us. The others were fraught with danger from their electrical rods.

By week three, I was on edge, not sure when I would be dragged to the heat dens. I'd managed to avoid being zapped more than twice in a row since the first day, but I was still terrified of the giant dildos.

With the minimal food on top of how little I'd had during my back-to-back heats, I was skin and bones when I looked at myself in the mirror each night. My hair had gone dull, to match my eyes.

There was no way out. I'd spent every extra second studying the place. The lack of windows meant it wasn't possible to climb through one. You had to go out a door and they were all locked with palm scanners and guarded by betas. If you wandered off the beaten path, they weren't shy about threatening a zap.

As I walked to breakfast one morning, a beta woman strode up and grabbed my arm. "Come on. You're needed in the clinic."

I didn't protest or pull away. I trotted alongside her, my stomach rumbling for the plain oatmeal I was missing.

In the clinic, the same doctor and nurse were waiting to take more blood. They did the full exam all over again and I winced as the doctor shoved his fingers into me and prodded around.

"Is there a reason I needed to do all this again?" I asked timidly when he'd finished up.

"We have to be certain of the results before sending you on. If everything comes back the same, you'll be on the bus tomorrow." He strode out of the room, ignoring the whimper escaping me.

I told the beta that I needed to lie down and went back to my dorm. There was no good reason to take classes today if it was my final day of rest. My future stretched out ahead of me, bleak and full of angry alphas using me.