Beautiful Omega

Three

A flood of fresh air suddenly filled the crate I had been stuffed in.

I cracked my eyes as much as I could bear, glimpsing a bright light that was near blinding.

"Is it alive?"

I was unbearably stiff and cramped, unable to pry myself from my fetal curl. I felt something poke my leg.

"Doesn't look like it. Who'd send a dead Omega to us?"

"Maybe the-"

"Oh for fucks sake," someone yelled. It was a male, his voice a bit deeper than the others, but held enough grit within it. I could hear the sound of shuffles and grunts as if people were being pushed out of the way and finally the firm planting of feet outside of my box.

Suddenly the container began to shift and before I knew it, I had been dumped onto the ground on top of cold grass and crunchy leaves. The impact knocked the wind out of me and sharp pain shot up my left arm. My whole body ached from the torture, from the stiffness and now the ground which I was sure my blood would be spilt on next.

I cracked my eyes as I gasped for air, and met gazes with a group of wide eyed males. One smiled at me, then I screamed.

It was a guttural sound that rose from the pit of my stomach and tore through my throat. They all flinched away as I crawled from them, still screaming hysterically.

"Hey! Hey! It's okay," one of the males cooed as he attempted to inch forward. I screamed again, louder 'till tears pricked my eyes and fell down my cheeks. I didn't stop until he shrunk away again, slinking back towards the rest of the pack that kept their distance.

"What's wrong with her?"

"I don't know. I just found her out here a while ago. I didn't know there was a female in the box then, her scent was too faint," one male said. He was slender and tall, with muscle rippling beneath what pale skin was visible. He found me.

For the first time, I looked around at my surroundings . We were in a wooded area filled with thick trees and a leaf choked ground evident of autumn. Despite the season, most of the males were clothed as if it were summertime. All except one who held my gaze more intently than the others.

"Are you going to kill me?"

My question had been directed at him, but the male to his right answered instead. His skin was a brown akin to clay, with dark dreadlocks that fell to his shoulders. He didn't seem as old as the others within the group, yet they all tilted their heads in submissiveness before he even spoke.

He looked a little young to be their alpha.

"No, of course not."

There was a lilt in the way he spoke, as if he were from the islands. I knew this from the rare instances I was able to glimpse a TV in my pack. Or my old pack apparently since I saw no familiar face here.

"Do you remember anything? Where did you come from?"

I looked at the other faces within the group. They were all looking at me only, anticipating my answer to the question just as much as the male who had originally asked me. Their eyes held no ill intent, didn't hold that same burning gaze that I was used to.

"My name's K-" I stopped short pain resonating from the top of my head to the base of my spine, my wounded flesh still trying to heal from the assault my father and his men gave me.

"It's ok if you don't recall everything. We'll work on it later," he said reassuringly. There was a pleasantness within his tone that seemed to put my mind and body at ease. It might've been a foolish thing to do, they could be baiting me for later.