Quinn
They were tugging her through alleyways, and then doors. Her body was slammed into a truck, tossed so clumsily her head snapped against the metal. Quinn crumpled to her knees the moment the shock came, electricity running through her neck.
The blood loss confused her, and her wound remained gaping, wide open. The tears filled her eyes almost immediately, a rush of hot rage at the screams from an Omega supervisor. Their words were accusatory they didn't want answers. And she knew they had settled on the outcome regardless of what she said.
Elysian wanted her to die, and she would die. The tears pricked in her eyes. She was fucked the moment she came here, there was no escape. It didn't matter if Float was with her, didn't matter if she was the best fucking slave they'd ever seen in their lives. One wrong move and her castle had fallen.
And Quinn had done nothing to deserve this. The Omegas were screaming, they stomped and roared. The smash of their weapons loud by her ears. She flinched at their attempts to get her to speak. WHAT DID YOU DO?
Her voice was odd, pitched and dry. "I showed him my hands, he drank from my wrist."
Beta! Do not lie!
There was a snap, a hiss and the pain was upon her again like a storm upon her skin. She screamed. The heat of it was blinding, blood bubbled free from her throat splattered down her lips. She heaved; oxygen lost from her throat. She was drowning.
What did you do?
"I showed him my hands, he drank from my wrist." Her voice bubbled from her throat, and she screamed. Blood pulsed in her throat, burned in her veins. She must have peed herself or vomited, Quinn didn't know.
WHAT DID YOU DO?
"I showed him my hands, he drank from my wrist."
The questions repeated, a rush of water was spilled cold and spicy over her face. It all seemed like a dream. A heated mess of never-ending torture that made every second longer. The darkness arrived, carried her in its hands. And then it was gone.
Her eyes were crusting. It hurt to wake as she inhaled and exhaled the hot heat. Her head had risen, lips dry. There was no anaesthesia for what they did to her, each thick needle pierced through each major artery. Reality hurt more than death, and they knew it did, relished with wicked smiles to the screams from her peers.
Her legs were parted, a thick tube shoved dry into her urethra. She gagged.
Her lids fluttered open once again and this time tears welled up in her eyes. Every part of her burned, ached like salt rubbed thick into raw open wounds. Her body hung from above tubes thick across her body. Quinn struggled to move but the pipes burned, sunk deep in her throat, her arms, and her ribs to harvest blood the quickest way possible. She was covered in them and stuffed deep in her throat was a feeding tube.
This was punishment for touching a King.
An endless death. She allowed a small, pained whine. Each breath was an inferno, and through the glass she could see the murky movements of Omegas, muffled chatter spilling through the partition. But no rage came, only a quiet forlorn acceptance. Escape was almost impossible. Float flickered before her, but even that seemed useless. She could burn through the tubes. But the glass enclosure would take a while to break, she could run but then what? How far were they from the wastelands? How far would she have to run?
God, Quinn was exhausted, tired of trying in another world of shitty, fucking men. All Quinn ever wanted from this world was peace.
Her eyes burned with tears.
And then there were eyes on her, eyes that resembled a doe's that bore into her soul. Chocolatey and warm with his confusion. They widened, lips parting into an 'o'. Her idiotic mind called him adorable, with dark curls and gorgeous mixture of sweet and boyish features on a handsome face.
Zen. Her mind supplied sleepily, her lids closing quickly as her enclosure shook. The sixth Omega Euodia had wronged.
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Elysian
"What do you mean you don't have any records of that Beta!" Elysian screamed; hands slammed against the wood. There was panic in his eyes, as he spun, lips dry. Thirst coiled in his throat, but it wasn't the same. This one thumped for something more than just blood, and his heart clenched in almost worry. The concern burned so thickly in his throat that it was becoming difficult to breathe. "I told you to take her away, not fucking make her disappear for good! Where is she?"
"Your majesty, we do not understand," his most trusted soldiers exchanged glances. "What girl?"
At first, he'd assumed they were acting coy on his behalf. And he had to admit it did take time for him to accept his own crazed lust for the Beta. He'd realised his mistake a day after, had flew to his guards in worry that he had lost her to the system.
He was right. They did forget.
"I drank from a girl in the café, do you not remember? I ordered you to bring her back to me."
Their eyes had blinked, spun in confusion. Then grew wider as they pulled out cameras with blurry records of her existence. "She's…This, we—"
"Get her for me! Find her!" They saluted then fled in a hurry. God, he didn't know what was wrong with them. It was as if the Beta had slipped from their minds. He sat falling heavily on his seat, gnawing on his lip. But the girl had been no Beta, and his Omega had made that clear mewling and purring at the thought of her in his arms again.
Fuck. He fucked up. He'd found his match. The Alpha that would cure him and perhaps even his family. The Alpha that could be meant for his entire pack. And he'd sent her right back into the system instead of taking her home and coaxing her to trust them all.
Elysian scowled, drumming his fingers on the table. New research led to the discovery that it wasn't quite as simple as chaining an Alpha in their dining room and feasting from her daily. In fact, that seemed to worsen the symptoms of the Lonely, speeding up the transformation.
The Alphas needed to be willing in their provision. They needed to think of the Omegas as pack. They needed to see them as family. The Alphas had to trust their Omegas, they had to like them at the very least, maybe even fall in love.
It was the reason why he'd given the Alphas that hope. And had declared to his people that it would be best if they were civil, to aim to eat as much as they could from a willing provider. But of course, it would be difficult with the trauma, and Elysian too had found himself lashing out the moment he had found his Alpha.
He slammed his fist against the desk, cursing.
"What's wrong?" A small voice echoed from the doorway, and Elysian turned stared at the figure by the door.
"Zen," Elysian sighed softly, opening his arms. "Nothing, nothing, just Alphas making a mess." His baby crawled onto his lap and began gnawing on his neck and Elysian laughed kissing his lips. He tasted sweeter than normal, a hint of something else under his peppermint mouthwash. "Hungry?"
"Just want my Elysiannie." His lover sank his teeth into his neck and Elysian sighed, felt pleasure swim through his veins, slow and lazy like the afterglow of an orgasm. But it wasn't the same as when he'd drunk from her, the wildfire that had filled his soul. God, he blinked, mind drifting to his reaction. He didn't even close the wound on her arm. His guilt burned in his throat.
"You're a liar," Zen retorted from above him, scowl on his face.
"What is it?" Elysian asked, voice sharp. His eyes widened, could Zen taste her in his blood? Was she his match too? But Zen only giggled lapping his neck, arms wrapped around his throat. He beamed brightly, voice a teasing lilt, his hips shifted, hard on pressed tight against Elysian's belly. His intentions made clear as he tugged at the waist.
"Nothing. I think I've found a really pretty treasure."
"Is that so?" Elysian sighed, settled into his seat, already unbuttoning his jeans. "Will you show me?"
"No," Zen whined, shivered as Elysian teased the head of his cock against his sloppy wet rim. His breath caught in his throat, his slick spurting as Elysian entered him in one deep thrust. "I'll show you only when I want to share. For now, it's all mine. All mine."
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