In the Darkness

by Leann Ryans

  Squatting down, the Alpha that had shoved the pill into my mouth eyed me.

  "You're going to go to sleep, and then we're going to take you with us. Say your goodbyes now, because you'll never see this place again. You belong to our pack now."

  Looking from him to my mother who was still acting like we didn't exist, I turned away from them both, already feeling my limbs growing heavy. With a sigh, I closed my eyes and waited for the darkness to claim me.

  I didn't realize it was never going to let me go.

  Mistakes

  I had a few hours of rest before I heard yelling outside of my cell. Occasionally the Alphas would get into fights and come in to use me as a way to release the adrenaline leftover in their system, so I sat up, pulling my aching knees underneath me.

  The winner usually came in first, using me and leaving his spend smeared across me, followed by whoever lost, so I knew I wasn't going to be getting anymore rest for a while.

  Waiting, I heard the yelling moving closer to me.

  "You said all this fucking her constantly would send her into heat, but it hasn't. Probably because you barely allow her to be fed and don't take care of her at all! Her body isn't going to go into a heat it can't sustain without killing her. She'd fucking waste away within the first day from dehydration."

  "So, you think feeding her will send her into heat? Maybe she's fucking defective. Her mother obviously didn't care for her properly, maybe she won't ever go into heat. Then what? Do we keep hiding and guarding her day and night? We’ve been struggling to keep her hidden this long!"

  "Well it's worth a shot! You bitch about guarding her and that she's not earning her keep, yet you're the one that insists she needs to stay locked in the cell. I think she could help us out."

  "And run off! Or be seen, and then we'd be fighting every asshole Alpha in the city for her. You know how rare an omega is."

  "At least let me take care of her better! Feed her more than a scrap a day!"

  The door swung open with a bang that caused me to jump. I quickly dropped my eyes to the floor, trembling at the aggression I could feel rolling off of Pine. Cinnamon was standing behind him as he stepped into the cell.

  "Do whatever you want, but she doesn't leave this cell," Pine growled.

  After a minute, I heard heavy footsteps moving away before the cell door clanged shut. Stealing a peek up, I could see Pine's massive form standing by the door. The light was behind him, so I couldn't see his face, but I knew he was glaring down at me. He was angry with me for something I couldn't control and didn't know anything about.

  Trying to hold myself still, I waited for him to make a move towards me or give me an order. I hated not knowing what he wanted from me. It made me nervous.

  "Turn around and present for me," came his rough voice from the shadows.

  Immediately I turned, dropping my chest to the floor as I arched my back, putting my pussy on display for him. I knew he couldn't really see me in the dark. It used to embarrass me to be in this position, but I was used to it now. I don't think anything could embarrass me anymore.

  I heard his footsteps come towards me slowly. He was usually very quick, the roughest of the Alphas, and I had expected more of the same after the argument, but he was taking his time. Enjoying my anxiety.

  "You act like such a good little pet. Are you?" he asked as he stopped a short distance behind me.

  Trembling, I whispered, "Yes, Master."

  "I'm not so sure. Would you run if I let you out of this room?"

  "No, Sir."

  He snorted. "Why not?"

  Hesitating, staring at the floor next to where my cheek rested, I finally replied with the truth.

  "I have nowhere to go."

  He was silent for a moment as he began to circle around me, stepping over the chain attached to my ankle.

  "That's true. At least you're smart enough to realize that. Plus," he hissed, leaning down next to my face, "I would hunt you down and make your time here so far seem like paradise."

  I shivered at the barely suppressed threat in his voice even as my core clenched and slick poured down my legs. I could hear him take in a long breath, letting out a deep rumble that vibrated across my skin.

  I waited as he fell silent. The unknown was worse than his usual rough treatment, and I could feel tears running down my cheeks. When he reached out and ran a hand through my hair it made me jump.

  Whimpering, I shivered as his hand ran from the top of my head through my hair. It had grown out since I had been in the cell and was no longer a chin-length cut that a boy may have. It was now slightly below my shoulders, and without my breasts bound, it was obvious that I was a woman, though a scrawny one.

  After petting me for a moment he finally gripped my hair and lifted my head. I could barely see the reflection of the light from the door flashing in his eyes as he looked down at me.

  "So delicate. So fragile," he whispered.

  I whimpered as he gave a tug on my hair. Not as hard as he had while using me, but still enough to sting my scalp. I heard his belt jingle as he moved closer to my face, kneeling before me.

  "Open," was all he said before pressing his already stiff cock against my lips.

  Obediently, my lips parted, and I let him press my head down until the head of his cock bumped the back of my throat. Swallowing, I forced back the urge to gag as he pressed farther into my throat, cutting off my air.

  Hands still pressed to the concrete floor, he used his grip on my hair to move my head, pulling me up occasionally to let me take a gasping breath before shoving his cock back down my throat. I was getting lightheaded, with sparkles dancing in my peripheral vision, when I felt his knot starting to swell. Hips beginning to jerk in time with the pressure on the back of my head, I expected him to pull back like he usually did so that his knot wouldn't get caught behind my teeth, but he never pulled me up.

  Scared and desperate for breath, I tried to pull back, but he forced me down harder, growling as his cum began to coat my throat. Gagging and struggling to swallow, the little I had been able to see began to fade as the throbbing in my head increased. Jaw forced wide by the knot trapped behind my teeth, I wasn't able to move back to get air even once he released my hair.

  Gasping, he finally seemed to notice his mistake as my arms gave out and my body fell to the floor limp, lungs burning.

  "Shit," was the last thing I heard as I felt him force his thumb between my back teeth, trying to pry my jaw open wider.

  Repairing Damage

  My head was throbbing as I came to, whimpering at the pain in my jaw. There was a coppery taste in my mouth, and I wondered for a minute if I had bit my tongue. I didn't notice until I felt the hand in my hair that I was being held in someone's lap.

  Freezing, my breath caught in my throat.

  "Breath omega. Just relax and breath."

  Hearing Cinnamon's voice, I finally realized it wasn't the smell of Pine wrapped around me, though his scent still lingered in the air. Coughing, I tried to swallow the taste of blood away but there wasn't enough moisture in my mouth.

  Cinnamon adjusted me until I was sitting up more and I felt something cold and smooth pressed to my lips. As the water slid across them, I opened, swallowing greedily.

  "Slow down, there's plenty. Don't worry," Cinnamon cooed to me.

  He had always been the nicest of the pack, and I felt myself sink into his embrace, enjoying the warmth emanating from his chest.

  "Are you hungry?"

  Stiffening, I sat up, pulling away from him.

  He let me go and I nodded before leaning forward, once again pressing my chest to the concrete floor with my ass in the air. Grumbling, I felt him lean over me and grip my shoulder, pulling me up and turning me to face him. He was kneeling on the floor like Pine had been, so I spread my knees and leaned forward, reaching for his pants.

  "Stop it," he growled, swatting my hands away.

  Recoiling, I huddled into myself and whimpered, scared I h
ad lost my chance to eat. His growl trailed off as he reached for me, pulling me onto his lap as he sat back and stretched his legs out before him. Pulling my side against his chest, he kept one arm wrapped behind my back as he reached for something on the floor next to him.

  Hand moving towards my mouth, I could smell the food before he raised it above my chest. Salivating, I cautiously opened my mouth, waiting as he pushed the piece he held between his fingers inside.

  Juices flooded my mouth as I bit into the meat, flavor flooding my taste buds. I couldn't help the moan that escaped me. I had never tasted anything as delicious, and even though it hurt to chew and swallow, I took my time, savoring the morsel.

  When he lifted his fingers to my mouth again, my heartrate increased in excitement. This was more than they had fed me at one time since they had bought me, and it was so good I latched onto his finger before he could withdraw it, sucking it clean.

  Groaning, his shaft pressed against my bottom drawing a gush of slick from my channel. They had trained me to work for food and water, and I couldn't help the confusion at being fed and given water without having to please him first. Reaching for his pants again as he reached for another piece of meat, this time he allowed me to unbutton him, his cock springing free.

  Wrapping my hand around as much of his shaft as I could hold, I stroked upward as he lifted another piece to my lips. Pushing it inside, he left his fingers in my mouth longer, letting my tongue wrap around them as I cleaned all of the juice left from the meat off of them. Groaning again, he gripped my hips, turning me so that I straddled his thighs.

  Aiming his head at the entrance to my pussy, I sank down on his shaft as I swallowed the meat. We started a pattern where I would raise up as I waited for a bite and sink down as I chewed. I was so used to only getting a bite here and there that I was full and bloated before he was anywhere near satisfied.

  Shaking my head as he tried to feed me more, I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting him take control as he gripped my hips and bounced me on his cock. Leaning my head into the corner of his neck, my over-full stomach fought with the growing ball of tension in my belly. Slowly the pleasure won, spreading through my limbs as the Alpha's knot began to grow, stretching my channel even wider.

  Thrusts growing wilder, I threw my head back as my orgasm swept through me, moaning as he forced his knot behind my pubic bone and painted my womb with his hot seed.

  Without the distraction of a building orgasm, my stomach complained about the abuse after being stuffed full of food it wasn’t used to. Feeling sick, I leaned against the Alpha's chest again, panting. I could hear his heart thundering in his chest as his breathing slowed to normal before a low sound began to come from him.

  Freezing, I pressed my ear harder to where the vibrations came from in the center of his chest. The noise wasn't a growl but was just as deep. Where growls caused me to tense in fear, this sound made all of my muscles relax, and the sick feeling to fade. The closest thing I could think of to compare it to was a purr, but not like a domesticated cat. More like what a lion would make while relaxing in the sun.

  Snuggling as close to the sound as I could, the Alpha chuckled and wrapped an arm around me, petting my tangled hair. I'm not sure how long we sat like that, his knot locked in my core as he emitted that delicious sound, but eventually his knot abated, and his cock slipped from me with a rush of fluids that coated his lap.

  "Time to get cleaned up little one," he said, lifting me as the purr faded.

  Whimpering at the loss of the soothing sound, I tried to cling to his warmth, but he easily peeled me off, sitting me on the little scrap of blanket I had left after Pine ripped it.

  "I'll be back in a moment," he said before taking the plate that had been beside him and leaving the cell.

  Noticing he had left the glass of water, I crept towards it, still thirsty but scared of what would happen if I drank it without permission. Was leaving it here permission to drink? Or was it a test? The day had already been so different and confusing, I didn’t know what to do.

  Deciding not to risk it, I settled back onto the blanket, staring at the cup like it held the answers. When the door opened again, I jumped, moving away from the glass, but Cinnamon's eyes slid between me and where it sat.

  "Are you thirsty?"

  Nodding hesitantly, I held my breath and waited, hoping he would continue to be generous.

  "Drink," he said, waving towards it as he pushed the rest of the way into the cell.

  Lifting the glass, I chugged it as I watched him move closer. He was carrying a bucket in his hand, and I had no idea what he planned to do with it.

  Sitting the glass back where it had been, I slowly scooted away from him until my back was pressed to the corner as he set the bucket next to the glass on the concrete floor.

  "Come here."

  I kept my back pressed to the wall, beginning to tremble with nerves. The water I had drank threatened to come back up.

  When he realized I wasn’t moving, he came towards me as I tried to curl up in the corner, whimpering in fear, but he only wrapped his large hands around my ribs and lifted me, sitting me beside the bucket as I continued to cower. Watching him reach into the bucket, I heard water splashing before his hand moved towards me again. Tensing, I let out a gasp as the warm, wet cloth touched my back.

  "I told you we needed to get cleaned up. It's only soapy water," he said.

  Slowly uncurling, I sat up and let him move me around to clean me with the cloth. Even before coming to the cell I hadn't been able to bathe regularly. Living on the streets meant not wasting clean water on anything but drinking, and even questionable water was too valuable to use to wash away the dirt that would be back before the end of the day.

  Being washed by the Alpha was a novel experience, and I began to enjoy it, though the water quickly cooled in the cold room, leaving me shivering.

  Leaving my hair for last, he had me lean forward and put the top of my head in the bucket, running his rough fingers through the locks to try and work out the tangles. I could tell he was having trouble, but I let him do as he wished, trying not to flinch when he tugged on particularly bad ones.

  Finishing, he told me to sit up as he squeezed out the excess water back into the bucket. I wrapped my arms around my legs, shivering as I looked up at him and waited for whatever came next. I didn’t expect him to keep me clean for long.

  The Alpha stood and frowned down at me, the expression more menacing in the low shadows of my corner. Teeth chattering, I sunk into myself, scared I had done something wrong.

  "This won’t do."

  Caring for the Omega

  Whimpering in fright at his tone, I scooted back until I was huddled against the wall again, teeth chattering as trickles of cold water ran down my back from my hair.

  Shaking his head, Cinnamon turned and left my cell, taking the bucket with him. Unsure if he was coming back, I remained where I was, cautiously breathing easier the longer I remained in the cell alone.

  Though I was glad to be rid of the layers of dried fluids, dirt, and filth, I was so cold I wished he hadn't washed me. I had nearly decided he wasn't returning when I heard footsteps stomping outside the door.

  Pulling my legs in tighter to my body, I ducked down and tried to hide behind my knees as it opened. Cinnamon wasn't the one standing in the doorway this time. Two sets of eyes looked back at me as I peeked through my wet hair, clenching my jaw so I could try to hear over the noise of them clacking together.

  As the pair moved into my cell, I noticed they both carried what looked like large pieces of cloth. The one that always reminded me of the scent of fresh cut grass moved towards me first, shaking out the cloth he held.

  Snapping his fingers and pointing to his feet, he made it clear he wanted me to quit trying to melt into the wall and come to him. The little clanking sound of my chain followed me as I slowly unfolded and crawled to him, head hanging, and eyes focused on his feet. Grass and Water had never been unneces
sarily cruel to me and had even done me small favors in my time here, but I had learned that Alphas were never to be trusted.

  Settling on my knees before him, I kept my eyes down as I strained my ears to catch any hint of what was happening. I jumped when he reached out and swung the rough cloth around my body, pulling me to my feet.

  Gasping, I glanced up at him, but he was focused on rubbing my body dry with what I realized now was a large towel. Bodily moving me around so that he could reach every bit of my skin, I was surprised to feel a flush of embarrassment as he rubbed the towel between my spread legs. It hadn’t bothered me when Cinnamon washed me there, but perhaps it was because someone else was in the room as well.

  Though there was nothing sexual about the contact, my body was so conditioned to respond to their proximity that my thighs were quickly wet again with the slick leaking from my core. I watched his nostrils flare as he caught the sweet notes of it in the air, Water moving closer to my side as Grass finished up.

  Eyes sliding sideways to Water, I realized he no longer had anything in his hands, and it wasn't until Grass spun me around that I saw he had placed his burden in the corner of my cell where the chain attached to the wall.

  Eyes widening in shock at the sight of the thick comforter neatly folded on the concrete, I couldn't stop the tears that began to run from the corners of my eyes.

  "Shhh, omega. There is no reason to be scared with us," Water said as he moved in front of me.

  Placing both hands on my shoulders, he pushed my torso down as Grass held my hips in place. Flipping my hair over my head to hang, Grass dried my back before I felt Water reach forward and pull the towel over my hair. Twisting the towel around the dripping locks, he squeezed and rubbed as Grass's hands slid back down to grip my hips. I could feel his thick erection pressed against my ass, and my core automatically clenched, already prepared for what I knew was coming.