The Dire Choice (Otherworld Series #7)

Chapter 11- Soul Shredder.

Shredder lays in the common area, Shona gyrating her hips in his lap, her greedy cunt taking him in. 

Though she was a full beast, Shona was very well accustomed to their ways, she served every male in the pack, taking every cock that weeped for a warm hole.

He focused in her breasts...they were rather small, Shona was flat chested, unlike his Omega, who had glorious, big breasts.

It had been three days since he'd last visited her, seen her pretty face. He wished he could go there now, and try to coax her off the ground, the cold ground, where she had covered herself in the sheets, preferring to stay away from the mattress that smelled of his urine and cum.

He had been so bad with her, he had punished himself for his treatment of her, he hadn't even given her the liberty of licking her clean himself, instead using a rag cloth to clean her.

But Shredder had been so ashamed, he'd been ashamed that he'd let Quicksilver, a beta, mark him, dominate him, even now, he was ashamed as the mark was on display for all to see, Shona was a full beast, she knew nothing much about dominance in Direwolves, because she never had to witness Soul Shredder having to dominate anyone, no one in this pack was stronger than him.

But if she had been a Direwolf, a female Direwolf, she would have refused to sleep with an Alpha who was marked by a Beta. Quicksilver's scent would remain on his body for the next few days. And he would continue punishing himself for the treatment of his Omega.

"Why did you even let him?" Meatchop asked, sitting on a nearby mattress and cradling his daughter.

The common area was the biggest cave, lined with mattresses, the center of the room occupied by the sacred roots of the tree that lived above them. Magical lanterns floated about, lighting up the expanse of the room, all who wished to mingle could come here, to bond and share with their packmates.

Meatchop was an Alpha in his own right, he was older than Soul Shredder, but recognized his place in the pack from the very beginning. As of last year, he had breeded with the female he had fallen for, but in the end, she had died in childbirth, giving her life for her daughter.

She had been the last fertile female in the pack. Things had seemed hopeless after she had died, but now that they had Beth, the pack had started to see hope again, the lanterns, which reflected the mood of the pack, were lit brighter day by day, hope bringing happiness back into the pack.

It was all her doing.

The fragile Omega, whose trust he had broken and who lay starving and shivering in his room.

Meatchop had a mean face, his nose was crooked by the number of times he had broken it, and his mouth was set in a permanent snarl, nobody directly looked into his face ever, except for Butterfly before her death. Her death had made him even meaner, he would have, himself given up on life, if his daughter hadn't been declared healthy.

Buggy was the only thing he lived for now.

The pup in question, lay on his chest, drinking milk from a brand new bottle, that had been sent by the Demons last week.

The Demons and the Elves had been constantly helping their pack, once Lunia had taken to the throne. The Elves had been forced to, but the Demons were genuine, life for the pack was finally improving, belly's full, beds soft, clothing warm again, but Shredder chose to partake of none, instead gaining power from the smiles on their faces and satisfactory burps leaving their lips.

This was his punishment.

As his Omega starved, he too starved, as she shivered, he too shivered. If she was weak, then he too, would be weak. Because though the Omega relied on their Alphas, it was the Alphas who really needed them. Their scent and their body, enough to calm the beast within, and offer sweet relief to a weathered soul.

"Shredder?" Shona's kind hands smoothed over his chest. "Are you here with us?"