Omega Sacrifice - Chapter 3

Mpreg Books: Blurb for Omega Sacrifice: 

One is ruthless. One is deceived. One will win. 

An alpha of the Pine Creek Lake pack killed Devon's father. But when Devon discovers his true mate amongst his enemies, will a forbidden love force Devon to choose between his pack and his heart?

Seeing the love of his life choose another, Zeke faces a bleak future as an omega with no hope of a mate. But when he stumbles into the arms of a strange and handsome alpha, is this a second chance for a happy ending? Or will he be cast aside…again?

Star-crossed mates must make the ultimate sacrifice to save each other.

Omega Sacrifice - Chapter 3

The perfect sweetness of holding his mate in his arms turned to icy terror as Devon recognized Karl’s voice.

Any thoughts of simply swearing Zeke to secrecy about their meeting and letting his mate go were now dashed. Same with having Zeke introduce him to the Pine Creek Lake alpha and hear their side of the story.

Now that Karl was here, that would be impossible. If Devon let Zeke go, Karl would just kill the omega. And if Devon went with Zeke, Karl would tell Angus that Devon had betrayed the pack, and then they were all dead. Even if Devon managed to hold Karl off and Zeke escaped, the omega had no idea what they were facing. Angus and the other alphas would attack immediately, and the Pine Creek Lake wolves would die. Zeke would die.

The only way to keep Zeke safe would be to keep him at Devon’s side and somehow convince Angus that Zeke would more useful as a bargaining chip than as a corpse.

Devon tightened his grip on Zeke, and put a hand roughly over Zeke's mouth so that the omega could not call out for help. “I'm taking this one back to Angus. Grab some of the rope from my bag so I can tie him up.”

Zeke began to struggle in Devon's arms.

Karl laughed. “You've had your fun, Dev. It’ll be easier and safer to kill him now.”

Karl's words made Devon feel ill. It was clear that Karl simply assumed that Devon had kissed Zeke for fun, possibly forced himself on the omega. It was exactly what Karl would do if he was in Devon’s place. But Devon didn't want his omega, if he claimed one, to be afraid of him.

His father and Angus both believed that omegas should be kept in line, quiet, preferably naked and pregnant. Everything in the pack served its purpose. Maybe because Devon had never quite fit into his role, he couldn't bring himself to force an omega into theirs. Though Devon’s mother had died when he was not even six years old, he still remembered the warmth of her touch, her love, and he wanted love for himself. He wanted love with the omega in his arms, but first he had to make sure that Zeke was kept safe and alive.

“Your problem, Karl, is that you're always playing checkers. I'm playing the long game, and that's why when the time comes, I will take Angus's place.” It was false bravado. Still, Devon put the force of his passion for Zeke and his crushing need to prove himself worthy into his tone, and Karl, his bare intake of breath hardly audible over the falling rain, hesitated a moment before saying, “You're soft. You've always been soft.”

“This one is my prisoner. If you touch him, I will kill you.”

Devon half expected Karl to go in for the kill anyway, but something must have made him reconsider. Maybe it was because Devon meant every word.

“Fine,” Karl said. “You explain it to Angus. But if your chess pawn makes a sound, kill him. Or I will.”

“Of course.” Devon glanced down at Zeke, who had stopped struggling and now stared up at Devon with wide, terrified eyes. Devon wanted to say he was sorry, to do something to take the sting out of his words and what he was going to do now, but he couldn't show that kind of weakness in front of Karl. Instead, he held Zeke in place until Karl returned with a length of rope.

“Gag first?” Karl asked.

Zeke began to shake. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to shake his head, whimpering behind the hand that Devon kept clapped over the omega's mouth. Seeing Zeke so scared, and knowing that he was the cause of it, made Devon want to strangle himself with the rope. But he couldn't let any of that show. If Karl thought that Zeke was more important than a quick fuck or a bargaining chip to Devon, it would only put the omega in more danger.

“Gag him,” Devon said, and hot tears mixed with cold rain on his fingers. Devon met Zeke's gaze, the despair and betrayal in it like a knife to the gut. “If you scream or try to run away, Karl will kill you,” Devon said. If Zeke tried to run, Devon would do everything he could to defend the omega, but Karl was right that Devon had always been soft. Physically, he was strong, but he lacked the streak of viciousness and cruelty that separated the winners from the dead.

Zeke was silent as Devon wound the length of rope between his teeth, tying it off at the back of his head and then string it downward to bind Zeke's hands behind his back.

“Let's go,” Devon said, putting his arm around his mate who shivered and shied away.

Together, the three of them made their way back to where Angus and the other wolves waited.

As they walked, Devon found himself holding the traitorous hope that one of the wolves from the Pine Creek Lake pack would notice and stop them. But this pack, as Devon had noted before, was complacent about security. Tucked away so high and far in the mountains, they clearly didn't seem to have any problems with other packs on their borders. Either that, or they and their neighbors managed to live in peace. It must've been nice.

Getting back to camp was much slower with a captive omega. Zeke wheezed behind his gag, and Devon worried that the omega might pass out. But he kept walking. Devon respected that.

“By claw and piss, Devon, couldn’t you have snatched one that was a little skinnier?”

“Shut up.” Zeke was chubby, and Devon liked that. Maybe that was why he had never really taken an interest in the omegas of his own pack. He'd assumed it was the way they never met his gaze directly, instead stealing glances, their scents always tinged with a touch of fear.

Devon didn't want an omega that was afraid of him. It made the situation all the worse because now Zeke was definitely scared of him, and he had a right to be. If Angus didn't accept Devon's plan to hold the omega as a bargaining chip, then Angus would just kill him. Or at least try. Devon had resolved that he would keep Zeke safe, even if it cost him his own life. Which it definitely would. But hopefully he could convince Angus, and simply hold onto Zeke until Angus found the alpha that had killed Devon's father and challenged him. Then one of the other would be dead, and Devon would have his life back.

When they reached the outcropping of rock where Devon had left Angus and Karl, someone had strung up a large tarp from the trees and another had laid out some sleeping bags. Angus sat on a damp boulder someone had rolled beneath the tarp, peering down at what looked like a rough map scrawled in paint he had marked with small, jagged stones.

Angus’s nose twitched as they approached and he looked up, glaring. “What the fuck is that!”

“Devon ran into him. Or that's what it looked like,” Karl explained.

Devon took a breath and forced himself to be calm and lay out the situation in a way that his grandfather would accept.

“This omega's name is Zeke. His pack has Gale. We can use Zeke as a bargaining chip to show we are serious, and that we don't accept the kidnapping and murder of our own.”

“Hmm…” Angus cocked his head. “Be better if we killed him and left him as a warning.”

Devon's guts froze, and his heart pounded in his ears. “No!” He took a breath. His grandfather would not accept an emotional argument. “Not yet. You can't bargain if you murder the goods. We can always kill him later if we need to.”

“You always were soft.” Angus shrugged. “But it won't hurt to keep him alive a little bit longer. Just in case. He's your responsibility. If anything happens, it comes out of your hide. Got it?”

Devon nodded. His muscles felt like water. “Come on,” he said, pulling at the rope that bound Zeke's hands. “We'll find our own shelter.” Out from under Angus’s sharp gaze. Once Devon got Zeke away from the others, he could take the gag off, untie him, and explain that Devon had done everything he could to save Zeke's life. Maybe then the omega wouldn't tense and shy away from Devon's touch.

If Devon could just get Zeke breathing a little easier, that would be enough. Devon didn't like the clammy sheen of sweat on his mate’s skin or the sour smell of fear and sickness that clung to him. Zeke didn't look fragile and neither, on the surface, did Devon. But a wolf's weaknesses were often on the inside. Devon wore his on his soul.

You've been reading Omega Sacrifice

One is ruthless. One is deceived. One will win. 

An alpha of the Pine Creek Lake pack killed Devon's father. But when Devon discovers his true mate amongst his enemies, will a forbidden love force Devon to choose between his pack and his heart?

Seeing the love of his life choose another, Zeke faces a bleak future as an omega with no hope of a mate. But when he stumbles into the arms of a strange and handsome alpha, is this a second chance for a happy ending? Or will he be cast aside…again?

Star-crossed mates must make the ultimate sacrifice to save each other.

Omega Sacrifice will be available for direct purchase via Gumroad by June 15th, 2018.  

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