Seven Days With An Alpha

Day One

I tried to open my eyes but was met with complete darkness still. There was definitely something wrapped around them. I struggled to remember how I ended up here but drew a blank.

My senses were overwhelmed as I slowly got out of the drowsy stupor I was put in.

The air smelled of sex, blood and scented candles; the sheets beneath me felt like it was of superior silk.

What the fuck? Why am I naked? Where the hell am I?

At this point, I was starting to panic.

Had the omega hunters gotten to me? Had I been sold to a brothel?

I lifted my hands to try to remove the blindfold but was met with the sounds of a rattling chain.

What the bloody fuck?

My arms were both chained above my head and no matter how hard I pulled at the chains I couldn't seem to bring them down. My legs too were chained and stretched apart, leaving me in a position that was completely vulnerable if anyone were to try to attack me.

Just as I was about to scream, I heard voices outside.

"The omega is in there. It is your turn to do your part for the family. If he doesn't please you, we will have more brought to you."

"Why do we have to go to this extent? I don't want to mate with someone who doesn't love me!" An agitated voice yells back.

"It is your duty as the heir of the Royal family to bear offspring. Any omega who manages to bear your child will be rewarded with a life of wealth and riches. They aren't at a loss."

"I don't want a harem of omegas! I just want my own mate!"

A scuffle must have broken out because all I could hear were grunts and multiple yells of "Let me go!" followed by what seemed like the door of the room I was in slamming.

Shit. Fuck. How was I going to get out of this now? Maybe I could try reasoning with him to let me go. It didn't seem like he's willing to either.

"LET ME OUT!" the guy banged on the door. "LET ME-"

And then he suddenly stopped. I heard a sharp intake of breath and I subconsciously did the same.

What's this smell? It's intoxicating. Did it belong to him? Why is it getting closer?

The guy was sniffing around, I could hear him. And he was definitely coming nearer. My brain was getting fuzzy with the smell. I was afraid of him getting closer and yet I wanted him right next to me so I could get my fill of his scent.

What's happening?

Before I could continue my train of thoughts, I felt the bed space next to me dipping and I jerked in shock as a nose pressed firmly against my scent gland at the nape of my neck.

I mewled as I tried to crane my neck to try to press my own nose against his scent gland as well. His smell at this distance was driving me nuts.

What's happening to me?

I struggled against my restraints to try to gain access to him. I needed to hold him close to myself so badly. It was as if he suddenly became the air I needed to breathe.

He took a few more deep breaths before dragging his nose across the base of my neck, moving his head to the other side to yet again breathe in my scent at the other gland point.

Finally.

I stuffed my own nose deep into the crevice where his neck and shoulder met, inhaling deeply. Before I realised it, a low and contented rumble had left me.