"There is only one thing that an omega would force an omega in the throes of heat to defy her alpha, the one thing an omega is hard-wired to protect no matter the cost," he said, his voice strong and confident. I didn't answer.
"You have a child back in Ravenrath, little omega, don't you?" he pressed. I hadn't told him a thing. He'd figured it out himself.
Overwhelmed with the rampant arousal of estrous and the fear for the well-being of my daughter, I started to cry.
Quickly, he pulled out of my asshole and gathered me in his arms. I could feel his warm seed dripping from my well-used hole and as shameful as it felt, I didn't even care.
"I'm afraid that they're going to kill her," I whimpered through my sobs. He held me tight as I cried against him.
"Does the Cult have her?" he asked.
"Yes," I cried.
