Filed To Story: The Omega Destiny
Ayla
I’m confused. My head is pounding and I can barely shift my eyes behind my lids because it hurts too damn bad. The smell of mildew and piss quickly reminds me that I am still captive in my 5?5 cage underground. My piss bucket was probably knocked over again. Moaning, I shift to my side and start to open my eyes. Darkness greets me. No lights tonight mean I’m being punished. The beating I took makes me feel like I’ve been hit by a truck and dragged down a mountain. He shuts the lights off if I don’t cry for him. The only thing that brings the warden great pleasure is seeing my tears while he takes what he wants from me, when he wants it. My pain is the only thing that apparently brings him joy. The darkness never bothered me as a wolf shifter, but when my wolf Aramana abandoned me, I lost my night vision and now the once unbothersome darkness now holds all my fears with no warning of their approach.
I’m unable to stretch out unless I’m being tied down and I can’t use my full shifter healing abilities without my wolf. If I’m not being raped, abused and tortured, I’m daydreaming about all the beautiful ways I can end my suffering. Some would call my longing for death suicidal ideations. I call it freedom. Salvation. The end to all of my constant pain. Kidnapped years ago, at 14, I have been held captive long enough to mature as a woman and omega shifter. I don’t know how long I’ve been locked away, but I know every day here is another day too long.
“Wakey, wakey.” Whispers the warden from somewhere in the dark. How long has he been here hiding, watching? I immediately jump back into the corner of my cell when I feel faint breath on the nape of my neck. “It’s a shame you can’t see the bumps that lurk in the night, snow.” Terrified, I curl up into a ball in the middle of my cell. His breath reeks of cigarettes and booze. “You didn’t cry for me. You quit screaming and now you take away my tears? Are you truly that broken little snow?” His mocking laugh echoing in the underground facility I’m kept in. “I told you I would get your voice back. Now, we’ll add your tears to the list ” he snarls and I hear the unlocking of my cage door. He immediately reaches in and grabs me by the hair pulling me from my cage naked and dragging my skinned knees across the concrete floor reopening them and causing them to bleed. I don’t fight. I gave that up what feels like lifetimes ago. I grit my teeth refusing to make a sound. I can’t remember the last time I spoke. My last words were “Please don’t put me in there.” He put me in the walk-in freezer naked anyway.
I am lifted off the floor and immediately shoved into a wall. Cold and broken like me. Maybe he will choke me this time and go too far, ending my suffering. Maybe he will piss in my rations later and make me eat it. He’s quite creative when he’s been denied his pleasure. “Cry for me you little bitch.” He growls I’m sure flashing his fangs and placing his hand around my neck, squeezing the air from me and causing me to urinate down my leg causing him to laugh. “Beg for air and I’ll go easy on you. Give me your tears and I will give you a warm meal tonight. Withold them and you starve.” He reminds me. I can’t remember the last time I had anything warm to eat. My food is always cold and laced when I’m allowed to eat anyway. Laced with what…I’m not sure, but I think it is the main reason I lost Aramana. Maybe this time they put too much in? I would love to find out, but I refuse to give any of these assholes my tears or words. It’s all I have left. I’m mute by choice and will remain that way. If I can’t talk to my wolf, I don’t want to talk at all. They’ve taken everything from me. This is all I know. My ability to produce tears left and it’s not coming back. I’m broken, alone, helpless and a vegetable rotting in a cage. There is nothing else. I am numb.
Gasping for air like a fish. Limp against the wall, my vision starts to go black. I see stars in the darkness and it’s oddly comforting. I can’t remember the last time I saw real ones. I’m dropped to the ground like a limp noodle and immediately kicked in my right rib cage. The air leaves me and excruciating pain sets in. Yep, their broken again. Constant pain while breathing is one of his favorite forms of torture and the easiest to inflict. fall to my left side on the cold, unforgiving concrete. I dare not crawl away. That will always lead to more beatings. I once lost my fingernails when I was grabbed and pulled by my ankles while trying to crawl away, clawing at the floor. I hope if I ever shift again, I have claws because my nails are still growing back in. He licks up the side of my face and the urge to vomit stomach acid is immediate. “Oh, you taste so sweet little Omega. You taste like fear and it is delicious.” He hisses by my ear causing me to flinch. “Your disobedience gets me hard, but your fear makes me want to rut you. You don’t have anywhere else to be tonight, you’re all mine and I got permission to use you all night as long as you’re ready for the healer in the morning. You’ve got a big day ahead with a high paying alpha looking for an Omega in heat, so we need you looking presentable and that snow white skin ready for new bruises.” He laughs the last part out like he just heard a great joke.
They drug me with some street drug created to put an omega in a false heat. The cramping pain is unbearable and the hot flashes make you feel like you are being burnt alive. It’s only for a day or two, but that’s too long. I have no senses or ability to function after receiving the heat injection. Usually tied down, my body betrays me, always ready with slick for an alpha knot, not sated and too drugged to stay coherent. Of course, there are moments of consciousness when I realize I’m filled with alpha knots and foreign objects with fresh wounds and the smell of blood in the air, but it passes quickly. At least, I think it does.
He pulls me off the ground and throws me stomach first over my cage. The cold bars biting into my thin, malnourished stomach. He kicks my heels apart with his steel toed boots, pulls my hair back ripping some out, and slams into me without notice. No sounds of a belt or zipper rustling. He was ready for this while I laid unconscious in my cage. Lurking in the dark with his damn dick out. Monster. My cage almost tips over completely with the force of his thrust. Hard and painful. He pulls out and before he can thrust again, the room is violently rocked with an apparent explosion.
I’m thrown off the cage from the blast and onto the hard concrete floor. The warden lands next to me groaning with his limbs thrown over my body. He must be ready to shift because I can see his steel wolf eyes in the dark. I right myself holding my ribs and feel around for the entrance of my cage. My ears are ringing and I smell blood with something filling my left eye no matter how many attempts I make to clear it and it trickling onto my lip. I see faint light in a cloud of dust on the other side of the room with a shadowy figure shifting through the dust and concrete debris blasted around the area. What the hell was that?
The Calm Before The Storm
Thane
The meeting room is full as my team and I review tonight’s mission and go over the plan with a fine-toothed comb. There’s no room for error in this raid. Our informant is positive this underground holding facility currently houses the third in command of the shifter trafficking ring. They travel around, kidnapping shifter girls and women. Some families even agree to sell their daughters to these scumbags if they present as an omega wolf. Omegas are rare gifts made for an alpha. Unfortunately, the scum of the earth sees them as a meal ticket. A shifter that’s disposable after she’s used up. There’s no telling how long that process takes either. The mating with an Omega is said to be 100 times more pleasurable than mating with a non-omega wolf shifter. They say there’s no comparison and that reason is why the trafficking rings exist.
Omegas become drugs to alphas that they can’t get enough of. I wouldn’t know personally as I refuse to assist any of my she wolves in the pack through their heats. There are too many complications that could arise from my authority as the Alpha of the Midnight Pack participating in a heat clinic. Luckily, there’s enough willing and able-bodied male shifters in the pack to assist she wolves through heats.
My need for vengeance on those responsible for this massive, multi city trafficking ring runs far deeper than the fact women and children are going missing. “Team Delta will approach locked and loaded first. They will be providing cover for Team Fang as they shift and tear out the throats of anything in the vicinity of the compound, securing the perimeter allowing Team Alpha to enter the compound.” I strategize, moving my pieces along the large map spread out on the table. “I want a sniper in this tree providing team Alpha with cover against any wolves that may get passed the other teams. Our informant stated the first floor is all empty rooms from the recent selling of their victims to make room for new ones.” Bastards. The room erupts in growls.
“We were too late to stop it, but we can burn the freaking compound to ashes and kill everyone present.” I growl, filling steadily with rage. “Team Fang will leave their drop bags in the woods around the perimeter and team Alpha won’t shift unless necessary.” We don’t know what kind of doors or cages we will run into. I’ve brought extra C-4 just in case.” My beta Cyrus explains. He’s always looking for an opportunity to blow shit up it seems. “Why would they empty the facility, but keep their third in command there with their lower ranking assholes? They don’t need that level of authority to sit and babysit empty rooms awaiting shipments of stolen shifters instead of checking in on other compounds or planning more kidnapping stings. It doesn’t make sense.” He questions and he’s right.
Someone that far up in the scum underbelly of this ring will have a name. Answers. The final piece of the puzzle to find those responsible and end them slowly. We’ve hacked, we’ve tracked, we’ve abused and we’ve tortured, but we still have no clue who the leader of this shithole ring is. “No, it doesn’t, but I’m sure it will all become crystal once we’re in the compound.” I state matter of fact. “We will rescue anyone that could potentially be in there and we leave the shit stain alive.” I growl. My eyes flash gold, my wolf Ronan pushing close to the surface thirsting for blood and revenge. “We will have one healer with team Delta and one with team Alpha.” “Hopefully they won’t be necessary.” I state.