The Archer: Lost Omegas Book 1

Heat

CYRENE

"What is wrong with me?!" Cyrene demanded as she almost doubled over as another round of cramps hit her stomach, the pain tearing at her insides. Lord Deimos squatted down near a rock and withdrew a clean tunic which he shoved into her hands.

"Here, dress." He turned and shoved his legs into a pair of leggings.

She growled as she pulled the tunic over her head. It reached her knees, it was obviously one of his. She walked back to where her dirty leggings lay and picked them up, inspecting them for a moment. They were caked with dirt and blood, but she didn't care. She was often in dirty clothes while out on missions with the Skulk. She sure as hell wasn't walking back through the camp with her legs exposed. Just as she lifted her foot to pull them on, they were ripped from her hands.

"Leave them. They need to be cleaned." he tossed them back into the mud by the stream's edge. "Now let's go."

"I'm not walking through your camp half-naked," she snarled at him. He had stopped purring, thankfully, and her mind was working again. Anger was igniting inside her. At him. At herself. At the King. At the Commander. At everything.

"You will." The way he commanded her only angering her further. As he reached to grab her arm, she swung out with her foot, catching him in the side with a well-placed kick. Before she could even take a step back, he was on her- pinning her arms with his hands behind her back, yanking upwards until she cried out, the angle threatening to dislocate her shoulders. "Now walk." He shoved her forward. "We need to get back, you'll not like going into heat out here."

"What?!" She tried to twist out of his grip, but he only held tighter, marching them back up the hill and towards one of the tents along the back perimeter of the camp. She felt her face flush as warriors and a few captive omegas watched them. She barely kept herself from screaming her words. "What do you mean go into heat?! I take an herb-"

"Rue," he interrupted her, still forcing her towards some specific tent. "We know about this herb you use to suppress your nature- the omega inside. But one of your healers knows the antidote. You drank it earlier this evening."

Cyrene felt her mouth fall open. "No. That's not possible. I took no-" she paused, the pieces suddenly coming together, and then gave out an angry shriek, "the tea! You fucking bastard! You drugged me again!" She fought harder to break his grip, despite his warning growl behind her. She couldn't be going into heat- she couldn't. She needed to get Rue immediately. She knew nothing about going into heat, except that it would make her a complete slave to her omega's instincts, the body taking control over the mind. All Raposo omegas avoided their heats at all costs. She tried a different approach with the man behind her, pleading through clenched teeth, "please. Please, let me have Rue. I cannot do this."

They stopped in front of a large tent that was separate from the others. "You can, little omega, and you will. It is natural for omegas to enter their heat after the claiming ceremony."

"Nothing about this is natural," she screamed, struggling again, "you fucking drugged me into this!"

He shoved her into the tent roughly and she fell forward, barely able to catch herself before she landed on her face when he released her hands and pushed. He entered immediately after her, "I merely gave you the antidote to the drug you put inside your body. It is unnatural what you do, suppressing your nature. But never again. You will be who you are meant to be, my omega. No more Rue. No more hiding."

Standing, she glared at him. "That is not your choice. We may be paired, but I will not be your slave."

"You are whatever I want you to be, mate. I am your alpha. You will obey me." He lit a candle on a small table next to the large bed roll.