Page 1 of A Murderous Omega

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LARK

Someone else got to him first.

Rude.

The remains of the alpha stared up at me, his body contorted into the signature pose of the City Strangler, hogtied with his limbs attached behind him with rough hemp ropes and blood seeping obscenely into the cobblestones of the quaint streets.

I grabbed a pair of latex gloves from my backpack, then swiped a finger over the dead body’s neck. Still warm—he hadn’t been dead long.

Fucker.

This was the third goddess damned mark they’d beaten me to. I shoved myself up to stand, my lips pursed in frustration.

Fine.

Fucking fine.

I kicked the body. Rapist. Murderer. Ruiner of omega lives. Disappointment coated my tongue. I’d already decided which of his fingers to break first, which tendons to sever to render him immobile and inflict the most pain possible as I sliced his cock into ribbons. I should be happy. The alpha deserved to die, and he was dead.

Dammit, I’d been looking forward to watching the light leave his eyes.

Trash shuffling above my head caught my attention. A shadow moved to my left. I noticed the cameras watching the alleyway and swore softly to myself before spinning on my heel and⁠—

A man easily twice my size, broad shoulders, thickly muscled, slammed down in front of me, as if he jumped down from above and landed, superhero style. His bright blue eyes cut into me, like they could see into my soul. An equally loud thud sounded behind me—a second man. Fuck! They were both alphas.

The two men pressed me between them, and I should have panicked. I should have drawn my knife and sliced them into pieces. I should have done anything but inhale their delicious alpha scents—peppermint and chocolate and sea salt and a hint of blood—and fucking melt.

“Good girl,” the man in front of me purred, and I hated how my body swayed toward him. I snuggled closer to him, inhaling his scent and brushing my cheek against his⁠—

What the fuck was I doing? The suppressants I took to dull my omega nature should have protected me from pheromones from rando alpha assholes.

The moment my body stiffened, the alpha behind me purred, liquifying my bones and my will to escape. I whimpered—very dignified of me. Need flowed through my limbs as I fought the compulsion to press my body into theirs, to drown in their scents, to drop to my knees and beg them for their knots. The comforting reassurance of the rumble in his chest muted my panic.

The alphas pressed closer, encircling me in an inferno of heat, my sanity no match for their intensity. No one had ever smelled this good in my entire life.

Another whimper escaped from the back of my throat.

“Oh yes, that’s my sweet, murderous omega,” the alpha behind me whispered in my ear, his sea breeze scent washing over me like waves crashing against the shore. My head lolled back of its own accord, exposing my neck to him, begging to be claimed. “Not yet, little one,” he said with a soft chuckle. “But soon.”

What? No! Why didn’t this alpha who smelled so fucking good want me? What was wrong with me? The sting of his rejection brought tears to my eyes, and I slumped between the two men, dejected and hurt.

“Oh no, little one,” he soothed, wrapping his powerful arms around me, and surrounding me with the comfort of his embrace. “We’ll claim you, I promise. But not in a filthy alleyway, not over a dead body.”

They did want me. The alphas would claim me. I was a good omega, a good enough omega. They didn’t care that I was damaged as shit.

Police sirens wailed, bringing a moment of lucidity. What the fuck was I doing? I shoved away from the two alphas and took off at a dead run. Fuck my tiny omega size—they were on me in a flash, one of them lifting me up, then tossing me over his shoulder.

“Help! Please!” I screamed, praying that someone, anyone, would hear me.

Nobody answered.

Nobody would dare fuck with an alpha claiming an unbonded omega.

“No one’s going to help you, little one,” the other alpha said, the one with the scent that reminded me of an ocean breeze. “We’ve found you. You’re ours. Run if you want—we’ll drag you back every time.”

The two alphas purred again, and my will to resist evaporated. They drew me to them like a moth to a flame, their touches burning into my skin like licks of fire.